.he spit down onto my ass. I could feel it run down my crack and to my hole. He started to push his hard cock inside me. I let out painful moans but t...is didn’t stop him. I could feel his mushroom inside me, Tom asked me if I was ok...I replied by nodding. I wanted to feel his whole cock inside me. So I started to push back onto his throbbing cock. I could feel it sliding inside inch by inch. Tom was moaning in delight. He said he loved my tight asshole. Still pushing back on his cock my. I wondered if my red lipstick were visible or if it were too dark. "Oh shit," he repeated again and again as he turned through the intersection and slowly followed along the next residential road.The next two turns he made, I was trying to figure out where he was headed, but I had also wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and was stroking it, enjoying the length and thickness as I slid my mouth from the base to the tip."Fuck this."He slammed on the brakes after a quick jerk at the. She probably didn't even need her bed, being on a cruise and all. She'd cruise around Mr. AssHole and stop every once in a while so he could plug one of her portholes. Fucking slut.My thoughts turned to the time after Cynthia would be coming home. I certainly didn't want to perform in front of the cameras, and I couldn't imagine how to act 'normal' when I was thinking about her and Mr. AssHole in Houston.Maybe I'd get an attack of PTSD. I'd never had any flashbacks, being busy during rehab, and. It was only a temporary post, but which, if I were successful in getting the job, would ease the pressure on my finances for a while and give me breathing space to find something more permanent. Also, I felt that this was an ideal job for me as you will remember that I was a keen gymnast and needed a place where I could work out myself a few times each week. So, I called Jonathan’s Gym, and talked to the owner, Jonathan, himself, telling him about my athletic prowess and so forth. Well, the.