Right you little faggot" Wack her hand ripped across my face. (she was out of control very rarely she gets like this most times we are lovers but I lo...e when she gets in her dom mood) Wack wack across my face calling me names. She reached to the counter and took a large wooden spoon from the draw. pulling me to the table, sitting on a chair and pulling me over her knee. "You slut" she pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties. "look at you you always look so pretty better then me" WACK WACK. “I tried to call, but I could hear in your voice that it wouldn’t make that much difference, so I just slipped into this and came over.” He invited her in, in a voice that had gone hoarse somehow, and was taking out two champagne glasses when he glanced over at her. She smiled, half turned away from him and bent down, from the waist, to undo the straps on her sandals. Her red hair cascaded down around her face, and brushing a tendril out of her eyes, she smiled at him as she ran a hand up her. You then move downward to my shoulder, briskly running your hands under my shirt. I frantically feel around for the keys, my hands finally succeeding to clutch the cool metallic object, the lanyard cord swinging back and forth in the heated frenzy. With much effort, I manage to insert the key. The door opens, and we blindly stumble through. The first piece of furniture we encounter, is the table in the front hall. You slam me against it, and I scream out in both surprise and pleasure. You. " I do too. Kick those clothes off, so you can be more comfortable. Don't worry. It's all cool."I did as I was told and then sat back on his couch. Watched the TV. "Relax. I'm just going to make you feel good."I felt his hand back on my legs. Up and down, closer to my cock, but not touching. Felt my cock hardening with his teasing.Looked down to watch him stroking my thigh and rubbing himself through his clothes with his other hand."Take your shirt off."I did. I was sitting in the nude watching.