Her convulsing pussy clenched and relaxed, releasing not only her own emissions, but a heady mix of the remnant of the poundings she’d received earl...er. My face now sopping, having swallowed this mixture of semen and pussy juices, I slowed my lapping and allowed her to calm.It took her a couple minutes to regain her composure. Once she did, it was back to her prior condescending tone. “That was very good, my little man-toy. I see now why Mom keeps you around. In fact, I think you’ve earned. I felt thatpowerful hand that had slapped my face touch my ass gently. Oh god, whywas he touching me?! he lifted the hem of my dress up over my ass,bunching it up around my hips. This was followed by more camera clicks.My body shuddered as that powerful hand rocked me, the slap to the facehad been nothing compared to how powerfully he had just spanked my ass. "Your lily white skin takes a hand-print really well sissy." Apparentlyso well he had to photograph that too.Even with all this going. She had hoped to never have to deal with him again. Fate, it seems, had another plan. A city wide power outage occurred thirty minutes after Erich had left. Dawn had candles and matches but somehow couldn’t seem to light the candles no matter how hard she tried. Giving up she eventually went over to Erich’s apartment to ask if he had any more luck with matches than she did. He lit the candles but anytime Dawn moved them, the flame burned out. Erich had to relight the candles after they moved. I got back to the more important business of finding my dream woman. It was almost a week since I'd found the list, and I'd done a lot of thinking about my dream woman. Most of it, sadly, was more along the lines of a bad romance novel, where I dreamed up the steamy parts, and plugged us in as the hero and heroine. What I hadn't done much of was make progress on coming up with a plan to find her.On Wednesday, I tried to think about finding my dream woman using logic. The list said she had been.