The.job was history, but I was curious about what he meant when he said, "When I get through with you." I sat back down and said, "Okay, I'm listening... but you better understand right now that after seeing that fucking tape I could care less about how frantic Karen is about anything. Any communication between us from now on will be handled by lawyers." That's the problem I'm talking about. Karen doesn't want that. She loves you and doesn't want to lose you. I want you to put things back. ”“Yes, I remember you telling me that, that is why I sent you with Stavros.”When I got back to where Skye was standing she whispered, “What the hell happened to your butt? It’s bright red.”“He spanked me.”“Must have been hard, does it hurt?”“No.”“I’m glad that mine didn’t spank me.”“It’s okay, I’m used to it, in fact I enjoy it.”“Wow, we’ve got to talk girl.”We didn’t get the chance, Harlee put some music on and Sir John waved at Skye and me to indicate that he wanted us to dance.We did, and. We never went on dates, or did romantic things. The heat of our attraction was intense, and the sex was fantastic. But I was still alone, just a lonely single guy.Strangely enough, after a few weeks of constant sex, my effect on Mrs. Robinson started to wear off. I was still thoroughly aroused by the sight of her naked body, or the husky seduction in her voice. But even when I focused my arousal on her, she was becoming less and less affected by me. In the meantime, I could still make any other. Right when I was about to run my hands through her hot-pink hair, she leapt away, returned to her bed, and from all fours, thrust her ass towards me. The shaven folds of her fairy cunt were already glistening from her own juices. The creamy hemispheres of her lush ass beckoned a hot-blooded, doggy-style, love-making. (If it could ever be called love) In the end, perhaps I am more of a rutting beast than I thought.Her cunt was surreal, that was the best way to describe the pleasure that seared.