Ries spanks harder and faster. You try to move, but he just grips you more firmly with his left arm wrapped around your waist. Mr. Ries’s hand is co...ing faster and harder. He orders you to stay still, but you can’t help but try and move your bottom away from his hand. This just seems to make Mr. Ries spank harder and faster.Mr. Ries looks down at Mary’s bottom which is now turning a deep red. He can’t help but admire how each of her bottom cheeks bounces under his hand. He can feel and hear. He left his hands on my tits while I opened his pants. Fished his cock out and started stroking him. Then took him in my mouth. Slightly bent to suck him, the chair rolling away did not make it easy. Finally I told him to sit on the table. Pulled his pants to his ankles. Stood in front of him. He laid back on the table. I stepped between his legs, bend and took him in my mouth. Much better. This is what I've been thinking about all evening. Sucking him good, my hand holding his balls. I glance. As I deep-throated him in the back seat of his taxi, he almost had me laughing by his quaint phrasing: "Oooh, honey chil', I declare, youse is gibbin' me de best suckin' I's ebber had!" And his, "Shugga, where'dya ebber loin to suck a dick like dat?" And his truly poetic, "Youse got de lips so hot dey is hotter den de honey from de bee's ass!"When he came his load, while firmly holding onto my head with both his strong hands, he said, "Ooooh! God sabe me! I done died and gone to da hebbenly. Never in my life had I been asdrunk as I had been last night. The only thing keeping me from stilltasting the booze and sex in the back of my throat was the fact that mymouth was too dry to register any taste at all.Every breath I took, every movement I made, sent more clues to my brainthat something wasn't quite right. For starters, I couldn't getcomfortable. I seemed completely incapable of rolling over onto my front.Even rolling onto my side felt horrible, like I was somehow squishingmyself..