“Kom saam met my,” (accompany me), I replied.As we sat on the terrace, I ordered a large glass of draft for him. When it arrived, his eyes lit up....Although we predominantly spoke Afrikaans, for the convenience of the readers, I shall desist from laborious translation.“What would you like to eat?" I asked.As he looked at the menu, I could see his confusion because of the customary French references. Negating his discomfort, I inquired, “Do you like hamburgers?"“Yes, thank you, sir," he replied,. Thank You, Sir!") He gave me a brief merciful break when He let me suck His cock. I did so, gratefully, and took it deeply. He grasped my hair and pressed his cock deep inside my throat. He didn’t let me taste His cum though I begged for it. He made me get back in position and he used the belt on me. He rarely used the belt, so I understood He was very angry with me. "Show me that slutty ass," He said, and I tilted it up, even though my back ached and I was exposing my pussy. "Do you need the. "You're crazy, you know that?" I say and smile, my hand softly stroking his. "Yes I know, but you absolutely love it, don't you? That's why you're with me, because I'm crazy and you love it," he replies, his foot slowly stroking my leg under the table. I look around at our surroundings, at the simple brown tables and chairs, and the many people drinking tea and coffee around the room. This is our favorite coffee shop ever, we come here all the time. It's not exactly cheap, but it's quiet and. You begin to unbutton your blouse. Maybe give the app another try? Ugh, your luck was as bad with it as it was with picking up girls in person. Your eye's flit over to the rather sizable stack of dvd's next to your big screen. Who were you kidding? Another night of barely satisfying self gratification was what you were in for and you knew it.You gathered the air to heave another sigh when a soft flicker of pink light in the corner of your eye brought your attention to the old recliner in the.