Who knew the bitch loved to be smacked? He couldnt help himself. His hand took hold of his erection and teasingly brought it up against her pussys lip..., grazing it up and down against her folds before he slammed right back inside of her warm and pleasing body. She hollered wildly, shooting up and falling right back down onto the bed as he pounded her mercilessly. With each new ram inside of her, he could feel himself going further down a path he knew he couldnt return from. His hands squeezed. We met at a regatta.”Okay, an unknown word for me, “What is regatta?”Donna replied, “it is a sail boat race. We did not race against each other but met in port. I had shared some photos on Facebook. Chuck saw them and emailed me suggesting we introduce ourselves. We did and a friendship grew.”I asked, “So, how did all of this get put together?”Chuck replied. “Baby, last April when you were stuck living in a place with four females and I was recovering from the accident, we had chatted about. Therefore, Roberta felt that the business trip that Blankenship hadsuggested was exactly as he described it - information gathering thatcould profit the firm. In a way, Roberta was a bit sad that he was notmore flirtacious with her as she found him quite attractive and verykind.The flight to New York went smoothly. When Roberta had addressed herboss as "Mr. Blankenship" he suggested that since she was now in ahigher position, it would be fine to address him as "Tom," both on thetrip and back. She couldn’t do anything to stop it.My hand went deep inside to touch her hotspot. I gave a push with my finger. She gave a sudden gasp with her mouth open. With further push with my finger, I pushed to face towards my penis. With no other option, my penis was in her mouth. I softly whispered in her ear to suck it. She didn’t respond for a while. I continued to play with my finger. She started licking. I slowly moved her head to make her know how it has to be done. I brought my hand again to.