”“What would you think about going further?” The alcohol was making him bold. “I want you to fuck me, Jake. I’ve wanted that ever since I fi...st saw you.”“Come over tomorrow night,” I said. “We’ll use the guest bedroom.”“I can’t believe this,” he said. He set down his drink. “Tomorrow, then.” He got up and went home.I sat in the darkness, thinking about what had happened, and could not find myself feeling even the slightest glimmer of guilt. Tomorrow ought to be interesting.It was.When he came. He slowly entered his knob into my hole, then withdrew, leaving me craving it even more. I tried pulling him toward me but he resisted. "No, i want you to do something for me before i fuck you," He said wickedly smiling."What?" i breathed, trying to pull him closer to me. He slowly moved down and entered his knob into my dripping wet pussy once more and quickly pulled it back out. "You want the dick?" he asked me again. "Yes, yes please," i begged. "Will you do anything for it slut?" he asked. Carol held Eddie Dutton's cock an inch from her mouth for the cameras benefit and Eddie, with perfect timing, pumped his semen into her mouth. Of course as he blew his load he didn't miss a note. Impressive stuff indeed.It was then that Carol, and yet another spotlight, moved to the drummer undressed him while Brian moved away from the blonde and sang out the final pounding climax to the song to the cheering and handclapping of every one of the ten thousand strong audience.When the song had. The left hand sides of her Ladyship’s buttocks and thighs that had hitherto escaped the sting of the cane’s tip experienced by her right side when the cane wrapped about her were now subjected to the same torment. By the time Monica had completed her commendably thorough fifty strokes Lady Caylethorpe was in a terrible state. She lay keening over the stool her chest heaving and her body covered in a sheen of perspiration from her struggles against her restraints. Her buttocks and thighs were a.