Did I feel scared? No. Did I feel apprehensive? A little. Did I feel excitement? For sure. I closed my eyes and with trembling hands, did exactl... as he asked. I couldn’t believe how wet my pussy was already; just the mere excitement of the situation was so arousing; the mystery, the intrigue and the anticipation of what was to come. I knocked on the table three times.As I waited I listened to the music so carefully chosen by him and although I was shaking it was only due to the erotic. Ye bare mai tha n story pasand aye to mail karna pe. Ab story pe aate hai Ek din ki baat hai papers end hone k baad mai aur mere frnds party ka soch rhe the uske baad humara plan bna ki tds chalte hai toh hum gaye thursday hone k karan wo ladies night thi hum andar entry li n beer pi rhe the hum table ki just ek table k baad ek bhabhi aayi waha baithi meri nazar padi toh dekhta rha mano pari aagyi ho.Kya dress pehen tha light sa make up and well trimmed and curl hairs. The and puri fit thi. She actually asked me the same question two days in a row,” Trena wrote. “What was the question?” he asked. “She asked me what was half of one milliliter. The first day I just looked at her and said ½. Yesterday, when she asked me again, I said that it was the same as before. Nothing had changed,” she told him. They went back and forth like this for about an hour, when something came across the screen that sent chills down her spine and set her clit to throbbing. “You know...I am going to be. “Please what you fucking slut?”“Please sir” I responded. “That’s more like it, you like being controlled don’t you.”Pulling me up off the floor he spun me around pushing me onto the desk. His hand bending my back as he slowly pushed up my skirt. His fingers danced around my ass as I spread my legs wide waiting to be fucked. “SMACK”. I gasped as his hand slapped my cheeks. “You liked being spanked don’t you you dirty little fuck?” “SMACK”. I screamed out but not in pain in pleasure. I was.