I could see he had a lean muscular build that I truly wanted to see completely naked. I licked my lips and tried to push back the thoughts. I imagined...his hands inching over my naked body, exploring sensually. I noticed he was leading me out through the hall entrance. I glanced at him, ‘Where are we going?’ He looked at me with eyes that made me not care where we were going. He didn’t answer but kept walking. We came to a door and he turned his head up and down the hallway and opened the door. I agreed. As I am a shy noy it was very difficult for me to describe all those things and I was upset also a little bit. One day I was busy taking tuitions to her children when she came and sat on the bed, she sat in such manner that her children could not see her but I can see her. She was smiling at me and just laid on the bed. After some time I saw that her nighty was up to her knees and I could see her naked creamy legs, this let my cock very tight and I was trying to adjust my cock over my. ” “And how many have you counted out so far?” I asked. There was a pause. “None, sir.” “Then we shall start over.” SWAK! “Ow! One, sir. Thank you, sir.” “That’s better.” SWAK! “Shit! Two, sir. Thank you, sir.” And on it went, each blow causing that same ripple effect that got me going with Erica, each blow depositing the deep pink stripe that I had imagined it would. At ten I paused, as much to admire my handiwork as to take a rest. Plus, my erection, at full-time status, was uncomfortably. Society had evolved to no longer being so repressed, being very open about sex. It was very much like society had always been. There were the rich people, poor people, and pop starts were constantly going to rehab. Only it had been discovered 100 years ago that some women were born with a fuckmeat gene. These women’s cunts would be wet and moist no matter how much pain was inflicted on them, even if they were raped or tortured; even if they didn’t want the man, woman or animal having sex with.