I'd love to taste your pussy, Miz Katlin," Teresa said meekly. She might as well admit it since the white girl brought it up. "I'd lick your coochie r...al good. I promise you'd like it. You wouldn't have to do nothin' back for me."Whap! The black woman staggered back from the slap the white girl delivered across her face. Her cheek stung, her eyes teared up. She looked back up at the red head and met her blue eyes. Katlin reared her arm back and... Whap! She slapped Teresa again, harder."Don't. With a wide grin, the salesman wheeled three identical BMW 650 GS Dakar models to the front of the showroom. Peter had been loath to put Jennifer on a bike of that power until Andrew flatly stated that she had always been a rev-head and would be offended if her bike was the least powerful of the group. The salesman, who had been delighted to sell them three bikes, was amused when Peter produced Jennifer’s riding boots and jodhpurs, demanding the same size in racing leathers, protection and. We went in a stall and locked the door. "On your knees" he said. I obeyed. He unbucked his belt, unzipped and slid down his pants and y-fronts in one motion. He stood before me, and I was eye level with his enormous fat cock. Even flaccid it was thick as a Red Bull can and about seven inches long. He was uncut, and the foreskin was thick around the hidden bulb of his glans. He took himself in his hands and peeled back the foresking to reveal a large pink glistening glans. I could smell the. Never hurting someone. “Do it now, you fucker,” she yelled at me. “Spank me now and don’t be soft on me.” She bent over my desk again, her ass facing me, and I gave her cheeks a gentle swat. “Not like that, damn it. Harder. Like you mean it. And get closer so I can grab your cock while you do it to me.” I slapped her ass again. It made a sharp sound and felt like a sting, even to my own hand. Again I spanked her ass. And again, harder each time, as her hand reached backwards and found my cock,.