Back in his apartment we went right to his bedroom and undressed. On the bed he started sucking me, still stroking my shaft as he did. “You gonna sq...irt? He’d ask every dozen or so strokes. “Just keep going,” I pleaded. I was so hot from the drive home it didn’t take long before I came all over his hand. He cleaned me up and then leaned back on the bed. I’d never had a man’s cock in my mouth before but here was a hard slim prick asking for attention. I felt I kind of owed it to him and besides,. "Maybe it's better that he thinks that."She whirled around. "I've about had it with stupid people." Her patience snapped. "The night you were taken, that man was stabbed and shot. He managed to call for help, not for himself, but for you. When we got to his house, he was more dead than alive and all he could talk about was you. He was bleeding out and they had to about tie him down to keep him from getting up and coming after you. It would have killed him but he was going to do it anyway."She. He was minoring in physical education, he figured that could be a good back up plan and it looked good on a resume.He was a jack of all trades really, a bit good at anything he tried. He was average looking, a shade under six foot tall, 190 pounds, brown hair he kept in a medium fade (his hair was thick and course, not allowing for anything much longer) and his eyes were a hazel color. He prefered to wear what he was wearing today, all-terrain New Balance shoes, khaki cargo pants, a gray v-neck. I felt like a little boy, being hand spanked over her lap like this. Miss Jones also rubbed her hands all over my butt, my back, my legs, and all over me. I didn't know what to expect, a spank on my bottom or a nice feel of her hands on me. She even sort of tickled me under my armpits and between my legs. This just made my cock feel harder between her strong thighs. I began to move about a bit because of her teasing me. "Hold still, or your hand spanking will last a lot longer." Then Miss.