“I said… fuck that hurts.”“Huh?” He said and flipped me over again by my hair.“Did I hear you say something without ‘sir’ at the end?�...� he asked and slapped me across my face.I was a little surprised and taken aback. But right after he kissed me, forcefully pushing his tongue into my mouth, I kissed back.He whispered to me: “Sorry I slapped you. I think I’m a little carried away.”“No. Don’t be sorry. It’s okay.”“How are you doing?”“Good, sir.”“Can you take more?”“Yes. Yes, sir, I can.”He flipped. The day dawned and I was getting ready to meet my destiny, again, this time I was going to be serviced, or at least I thought I was. The appointed hour had arrived and I set off to the park, this time I was in shorts and a baggy sweater. I arrived at the car park and noticed quite a few more cars than yesterday, not good news, more cars = more people walking about. I started off along the towpath eagerly awaiting some sort of signal whether it be the stud standing there with his mighty cock in. We closed on the bungalow, and we're moving in as soon as possible. It's been a long time since we have lived in the same time zone, much less the same house."Will took him time polishing off his graham cracker crust before posing his next question. "You're really going to marry him?" We're ring shopping this weekend. Finding one for him, and resizing mine." She pinched the skin near her knuckle. "His mother's fingers are smaller than my chubby mitts." Making it official official." We need each. A couple of would-be drunks grumbled discontentedly as they left, but Davis didn't even care. He knew there was more action to be had on the fucking scheduled when the door was locked than would develop from continuing to pour drinks until two a.m."Get that fucking door locked," Robbie Lester said suddenly, appearing from the back of the club. "I'm in the mood to fuck!"Weird Stanley took an Allen wrench, which was the only key they had for the front door, and applied it to the decrepit lock so.