’ Gita nodded. The man was certainly sensible. Knowing his own intimidation factor, he was willing to put himself in unfamiliar territory, leave him...elf vulnerable in other ways. If she needed help, the neighbors in the apartment complex would have no trouble hearing her scream, and run to her aid. ‘Alright then,’ she said, pulling him up and guiding him away from the bar. When the bartender saw them leave, he opened his mouth to protest, but Gita waved him off. ‘Put it on my tab! Your tip,. Leslie could feel the weight of his fleshy meat on her tongue. Her jaw began to ache from keeping them so wide around his three-inch thick cock and the smell of the man’s crotch was almost overwhelming. Suddenly, Trevor’s cock tensed and he stopped thrusting it into her mouth and let it slip from her lips. Now that it was out of her mouth, Leslie could see that Trevor’s penis had grown to 15 inches, and the head looked swollen and purple and was the size of an orange. “Take her pants off,” he. She reaches under her dress and pulls down her panties, letting them drop to the floor and steps out of them. She picks up the pink cotton and tosses them on my lap. I'm confused for a moment and stop jerking off. "Smell them." I slowly bring the panties up to my nose, not sure what to think. I get whiff of her pussy. It's the first time I've smelled a woman's juices, and it gets me a little dizzy with lust. My hand returns to my throbbing dick, while I inhale, deep. "You like to smell my pussy. " "So what? Tell me if you're such an expert!"Anna explained by a summary of her own caning history. "Well, the first time he caned me he gave me six strokes and the second time he gave me six strokes again ... but they seemed much harder. So I asked a friend about it and she said Fuzzy Face must have just said 'six strokes' the first time because that's what he usually gives a girl who hasn't been caned before, but the next time he'd probably said 'six good strokes,' I hadn't been listening.