“Emails and stuff, now that I’m definitely staying the weekend. It’s nothing that’ll take long.”“You could have used mine,” he said.“Y...s, I know that. Thanks. But … you know, love my lappy.”He took her back to his apartment and went about the ‘making up’ he had promised. It began with music and wine on his sofa and proceeded, via exquisitely slow removing of all her clothes, to a full-body mouth-bath on his bed, his warm wet kisses homing ever inward to her aching pussy. By the time his lips. I let my tongue slip carefully inside of her lips tasting the juices.I cautiously slid one finger into her wet pussy finding it much easier this time. I sucked harder on her clit while my finger started fucking her. Soon Janelle was beginning to enjoy what I was doing and was rubbing her nipples. She began to moan from the joy she was feeling as more of her cum began coating my finger. I soon had my finger going in and out of her a little faster. “Yes,'' she said “don’t stop “when she felt. I'm going to nail you."Her lips were moving, quivering, almost praying, as she twisted her head and saw the nails in his hands, and she was crying, her cheek forced against the tree, whilst behind her, the belt reared up, its long leathery tail towering above her and staring down with lascivious intent.She moaned in terror as Howard's hand jerked up and the belt snaked towards her back in a flash of flame, like the disembodied presence of torture itself. It hit her and a welt appeared on her. He didn’t text that but he certainly thought it for this was the woman that nearly three months before had ended a rather satisfying arrangement for she had found someone else and had texted with that information and would appreciate no further communication from him. ‘I could tell you to fuck off’, he muttered for although he hadn’t found a companion on a sort of an available timetable, like she had been he did have other names of willing women in the file of his computer plus their photo..