She asked me to give her a missed call on the half way and she told me to come to a point near Brookfield, where she lives and asked me to stay in the...car itself and we will move in the same cab towards the airport.I reached the spot and was waiting for her and I could not find her and it was almost 11.15 pm, it was winter and I had my jacket on. The cab fellow could not wait much and he said he has to go. I let him go.I called her again and she didn’t pick. I was losing my hope. 10 minutes. His lips sliding up and down the side of my white cut dick felt so orgasmic. I felt I was going to cum then, but I didn't I held it in, and just moaned. Pushing his head up and down on me got me so horny. "Your turn" I said, and than pulled his head off of me. I pulled John up, face to face and kissed him. Than as it got slow and romantic I grabbed on tight to his shoulders pushed him sideways onto the floor, and got on top of him. "Rough much?" he said. "Only when you get to nice." I. Nothing but spikes and platforms.Her tops came in two types: tight and tighter. No, I lie: She also had an array of men's shirts (I presume her version of notches on the bedstead) which she wore unbuttoned and knotted above the navel. They flapped open so much they would have shown most of her bra -- if she ever wore one of those, either.For the most formal events she did have clothes in reserve -- silk dresses that looked like they'd require paint remover to get off; chiffon and lace. You lift up my skirt and pull my white panties down to my ankles.“Now bend over” and I brace myself for a deliciously mean spanking.The first smack stings, ‘you perfected it’ I think then I wince as the second one makes contact with my bare ass.The third makes me cry out and I have red angry handprints on my bare skin.“The more you cry, the worse it will be for you” you tell me and I try to hush myself but you smack me harder than before and I yelp.“Now you’ve done it!! You snap angrily and my.