The cursing is cute, though.”She was baiting me. There was no doubt in my mind. I was going to call her on it, and let the chips fall, because I cou...dn’t go on this way.“You’re baiting me?” I said, shaking my head. “Just like with the meal you planned which you KNEW would offend me? I let it go and ate because I love you. But that fact appears to no longer matter to you. The ball is in your court. Because I love you, I’ll do as you ask. When you decide you want to talk to me, call me.”I didn’t. What a silhouette this must be outside, the window glare flexing ever so slightly while you raise and lower me with increasing speed as you fuck me against the glass. Sent: 21 Aug 2018Your moaning increases to a controlled screaming now. The valet and a few guests now notice the activity above them and are watching. My thrusting grows more vigorous but still does not meet my needs, so I carry you to the bed and lay you down, away from the view of strange eyes. I unzip and remove your boots. This fact calmed my nerves a bit. The likelihood of getting caught was pretty much nil. The idea of this game was starting to excite me again.You guys were starting to take the ice. This was getting real; I clenched the remote I was hiding in the sleeve of my coat. I did a mental check of the rules. You score, I turn it on or increase it. If the goalie stops it, or more likely you whiff it, I take a drink from the cocktail hidden in my travel coffee mug. If you hit the ice, I get to turn it. She would rise slowly until my cock was bearly in her and then drop quickly, impaling herself. She did that for several minutes, then picked up speed into a fast bounce. Her pussy was slick and hot; it felt like there was a furnace burning inside. I could feel the resistance of her cervix pushing in as she bottomed out with a grunt. “Damn, Heather,” said Connie, “are you trying to ram him through your uterus?”Rachel shuttered above me with a quick orgasm.Heather, at this point, was a woman.