I like it when the guy calls menames, like "faggot," "queer," "bitch," or "pervert." I like to have theguy make me feel ashamed of myself for being so...queer for him at the sametime that I'm doing my best to make his dick feel good in my mouth for him,sucking on it. I like to be spit at and slapped around abusively while I'mbeing called names. I like it when the guy calls up his buddies on thephone and tells them he's got a "live one," while I'm down on my kneesbetween his legs bobbing up and. ”With her orgasm still driving through her she decided that this may be her only chance to do something she has never thought of doing before tonight. With all her concentration she moved her other hand to her ass and did the same with his sweat. She was getting electric bolts through her cunt and ass in anticipation of what she was about to do to another man. With the finger in his ass she pulled it to one side and slowly inserted another finger from her other hand. Pete felt the pain but let. Home in a couple hours...”“They’re gonna be pushing the edge of daylight.”“Haley’s got sense enough to land next door if she needs to.”“Yeah. We really do need to get the lights installed,” Dan said. “Might only use ‘em twice a year, but we need ‘em.”“We can talk with Alan and Anders. It’s a chunk of change.”“Well, if we’re getting ready to get told ‘no’,” Dan said, “Let ‘em tell us ‘no’ to paving, too.”“You know, you’re a starry-eyed optimist.”He laughed. “Nina’s fault. And dammit, I should’ve. Lisa then remembered how she was embarrassed when had he held her reason for being at the sex shop and her empathy increased for him as she thought of his need to shield his own sexual reason for being there. Still it ate at her curiosity and despite her shy nature she felt the need to press the conversation.“You know why I was there. I mean you saw my vibrator. The only way I could get one was coming to that store and tonight was my first chance. My parents went out of town tonight and thought.