" I guess I had to agree. A couple weeks after our last encounter, she called our house after school asking me to come to her house a mile away and un...oad some heavy bags of garden mulch from the trunk of her car. I was off like a shot, knowing what might be in store after the chores. I unloaded the car as the trunk was open inside the garage. I closed the garage door and walked to the house...I had not yet seen "T". To my surprise when I got in the house she was dressed in something I had not. I can't say anything about that here. Those types of thing never get unclassified. A buddy of mine who knew I was up here yelled that I had a phone call in the office. I wandered down wondering who it could be. I had never gotten a phone call here before."Hello." Joe, this is Alicia Witt, from the team, do you know anything about dishwashers?"Oh, a bit, I've fixed a couple before." Mine is broken, and the base housing department tells me they can't get to it for a week. Could you look at it?". Eyes again reflexively squinting shut, the jolting pain ripping through her breast, the second sound of switch whistling through air’s immediate. The second ‘Thwack’ of the hickory tearing into the outer side of her breast, the already throbbing nipple, her naked body gyrates, her head flailing back as both breasts bounce, slap together, sway to a jiggling standstill. Barely able to catch her breath, hardly able to breath through the mucus trailing from her nostrils, she feels the. She screamed out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and that was like throwing gasoline onto my fire. My hand grabbed forward into the back of her hair pulling her back to kiss me as I slammed myself deep into her. I have always been good with my words and that day was no exception. I whispered into her ear calling her a little cum slut, stopping and making her beg for me to fuck her some more. Her moans grew louder and more frequent. She started screaming that she was cumming and I would take.