As I held myself up on my legs, I bent down into this beautiful goddess’s golden pussy savoring the taste and the experience. I was determined now t... bring her to a hard crashing climax, to make her first experience with a woman wonderful and perfect. Yet, she seemed almost determined not to come. The little vixen’s legs suddenly snaked up around my waist. She locked her feet behind me and lifted her pussy in a lock on my face. Before I knew what was going on, she rolled- forcefully- I would. “So Jon, what’s your story? Who are you? I know you love to fuck, but I want to know you.”I laughed at her directness. “Yeah, we didn’t do much talking last night, did we?”“True, but I can tell a lot about a man by how he fucks. And I already know a lot about you from that. But like I said, I’m insatiable. I want more of you, a lot more, so tell me your story.”“I’ll tell you mine, if you tell me yours.”“Okay, that’s fair,” she said, taking another sip of her coffee.“I already told you a little.. He stuck the popper under my nose and I took a big hit as he continued, "I'm going to beat you now for your disobedience and you are going to count the strokes and thank me for each one. Understand?" Yes, Sir."I was a wimp before I met him. I had gone to a liberal school where caning was not allowed so I wasn't into reliving my school days or anything like that. The first stroke of his belt seemed to me then like the worst pain I'd ever felt but it wasn't severe. I gasped with shock,. ’ He looked in and saw beautiful, long, curly hair, and a flannel shirt around her very pretty and pert tits. The flannel shirt was tied in a knot around her waist exposing tanned and firm abs that disappeared into a pair of blue jeans. She smelled like mangos and menthols. ‘Miss, are you okay?’ The woman did not answer. Dave leaned into the cab and put his fingers onto her neck. Joe tugged on Dave’s leg like a child. ‘What’s going on in there? Is she alive?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Is she hot? Is she.