She was hoping that acting friendly toward Mary might help get her some clothes. Amelia didn’t want to risk the girl becoming vulgar again and takin... things too far.“After I tell you just what happened, then I will get you something to wear, but one thing before we start, why don’t you get comfortable before we begin and stretch out your legs?" Mary's words had double meaning behind them, and Amelia knew what the woman was asking her to do.Amelia held her jaw firmly shut to keep herself from. Suddenly we turned the corner and there was a small Italian restaurantsitting in the middle of a vacant lot."Angelo's has been here for decades," Chopper said. "It's not swank butthe food is good and they get a great crowd. I want you to relax andsimply be the beautiful woman you are. A girl like you must be able tosocialize as well as look pretty."Butterflies swarmed in my stomach as he opened the glass door for me andwe entered into a place right out an old movie set. In its day therestaurant. Then I stood up and made Prajakta lay on her back on the bed. She did so and herself spread her legs, inviting me with an open mound and lusty eyes. I pulled her hips closer to me and started rubbing the tip of my cock on her mound. Not putting it in, just languishing it around, making it even wetter.She kept moaning. Then slowly, I put it in, enough for her to adjust to it, and then the entirety of it. Prajakta screamed, as I picked up force and start ramming my penis inside her. I fucked her. Wasn't the persongetting hit supposed to be the one crying? She spanked him again,harder, growing more upset. "And that's for making me cry!" She hit himagain on the other butt cheek, even harder. "And THAT's for making mecry!" She realized that she didn't want to keep spanking him anymoreand abruptly threw the hairbrush onto the carpet, making her cat jump,and abruptly bent over with him and sobbed into his shoulder. And hewas crying as well, not because of the pain - the harsh, stinging.