How many can you take?" "Umm, 16, sir?" I say, unsure. My head is clouded with the full feeling coming from my ass."Is that a question? How many can y...u take?" You demand more harshly."I can take 16, sir." I say, more confidently. I'm still not sure I can handle 16 hard smacks on my already aching ass. I almost change my mind, but you speak again."Good" you say. "I want you to count them, and after each one, thank me." Yes, sir."The first smack hits my sore bottom. "One, thank you, sir!" I. You begin sucking harder, using just your mouth and lips, your hands pulling my hips upward to push the head of my cock to the back of your throat. My mouth must leave your cunt as I groan loudly and explode mightily into your sucking mouth. It feels as if the first two or three strong spurts of my come shoot directly down your throat. My hips can’t help but continue to thrust into your mouth, as I unload a torrent of my hot come into your voracious mouth. I feel you hold the remaining spurts. We scurry to the bedroom and open our bags. "I'm going with shorts and a top," you proclaim."Sounds good to me," Jill responds. I don my breastplate and slip into a fresh sundress. We freshen up our make-up just as the doorbell rings. You walk to the door and swing it open. "Good evening, Jodi, so glad you could come. Please come in," you say sweetly.You step aside and Jodi enters. We look in amazement at her transformation. Her make-up is flawless, and her hair is falling in tight blonde curls. By the time they were seniors, they were engaged. She planned on continuing her MBA, while he wanted to go to graduate school; funds were thin just then, so he'd decided to take a year off to work at Bacon and Simon, mostly reading books that came in over the transom. It was clearly going to be expensive to live, even in a tiny apartment in a safer section of Manhattan, but a little to his surprise, she offered to move in with him to split the expenses. Her folks didn't think much of that idea,.