This night is different tho. We're all alone. The manager covering tonight doesn't give a crap about anything. So we basically do whatever. We close a... 10 pm. It's 8 o'clock now, I'm sitting in the back. I hear the door swing open, "hey babe, what're you doing?" "Uh nothing really, just hanging out." She moves closer to me, just enough so that one of her massive tits is pressed against my arm, my cock starts to tingle. "Haha why are you so close to me?" I ask trying to not sound like I like it.. My legs wrapped around hers, I twitched as her soft smooth skin rode against mine. That stirring became bigger as if a bubble under water was rising to the surface, I was becoming frantic my left arm came out from between us and gripped her back, my right hand was moving on my pussy faster, I settled into a rythym building in speed which was translating to Estelle, both of us writhed against each other, our kisses became more aggressive, we both grunted almost animalistically. The bubble was. I pretended to give her suggestion some thought and then said that the only thing that she could do would for her to submit to a good spanking.The look of horror on her face was a picture, she knew that she had no option but to allow me to spank her, with tears running down her face she stuttered that she would take her spanking, but went on to beg me not to hurt her.I told her that it would not hurt a great deal, and went on to tell her to remove all of her cloths.The look she gave me was. However there is something about being with like minded people, at a church, that is comforting," Alex explained."Well, I find that the edicts of 'the church' (ANY church of any organized religion), can seem a bit contradictory. I will just go my own way, and my own way, show my respect to and for God," I quietly informed them.I was listening to the professor expound on a fairly obvious rule of magic. It was a rule stating that a magic user, despite his official rank, could perform to his or.