He was unshaven. His furrowed brow spoke of a disturbing head ache and dark bags below bloodshot eyes further suggested a night that had not provided ...im with the requisite eight hours of sleep. "You look awful," I said."How extraordinary," Harwell replied testily. "That is exactly how I feel."A waitress approached us. Harwell growled a request for a cup of coffee and she scuttled off to fulfil his order."You might," Harwell started, "in your programme of training do something to ensure that a. Her face had almost a dozen piercings. Looking atme she said, "Oh Hi Hope. Haven't seen you since we snuck off at camp andgot our tongues done."She looked at me strange when I failed to recognize her, "Sorry you lookjust like my friend Hope Gladwell." Darla, what a pleasant surprise meeting one of your sisters friends."Aunt Bev said. "Hi I'm Beverly, and this other young lady is Priscilla." Oh, Hi Cilla. You still living outa that old Plymouth duster? You knowmy Cougar has plenty of room for. Just as I was about to leave the masters house, he told me that he had decided this was to happen the following weekend. I drove home with my heart racing at the thought of what Andy my husband would think. We soon sat having a coffee me recalling the things the master had done that day for Andy who enjoys the thought of the master using me. I explained that the master had said that he wished Andy to attend the next weekend and that he was going to cane me, something that had not happened. She rocked her hips back and forth trying to allow more and more of me to wedge inside of her wet tight pussy. It did not take long before I was a man that was completely beyond the bounds of sanity!!! I could not stop myself from slamming harder and deeper into her soaked and dripping cunt as I called her every dirty disgusting name and then some. When I felt the walls of her pussy begin to clench and squeeze I let loose of the only bit of control I had left in me and made one last hard.