Now with a mouthful of cum, my cock close to exploding, Lisa just rubs the condom on my face with one hand and spanks my ass with the other. "Swallow ...hat cum now you filthy whore. You just wish it was another guys cum don't you? You want a fresh load of cum from another guy? Want me to see if there are any used condoms in my roommate's bedrooms? Better yet, I think you might actually want a load straight from the source. Is that right slut?" She spanks my ass a little harder. "Do you want to. ......PATRICK: THE LOOK IN HIS EYES assured me he had my back and Marie is right; her Dad is not one to mess with. It’s fortunate the handshake didn’t escalate because I surmise my future father-in-law is a lot like Sam; he will go all out in a fight with no holds barred. He didn’t hesitate a second to help me and banged that mangy flea-bit rabbit’s head on the floor to subdue him; smart move. Mr. Bernardino knew both those Patrolman by their first names. They took our statements and advised. The rumor is that he still haunts the place, looking for new girls to bring into his stable and teach to be submissive like a woman should be.” Melissa punched Brett in the arm. “Hey, that’s his thinking. I’m not saying I agree,” Brett back peddled. “Uh huh,” Melissa smiled. She never could really get mad at Brett. “So you’re bringing your girlfriend to a house where a horny ghost is going to try and become her pimp?” “Well, when you put it like that it sounds bad. But. Our contract stated that if I couldn’t get hard, we didn’t get paid – no play no pay. The tip of my cock butted her cunt lips but the shaft bent and grooved and failed to stiffen its resolve. My brain launched into distress and neurosis swamped with a barrage of fears concerning impotence, embarrassment, empty pockets, and footage out there in the world of me wrestling with my penis like a Victorian explorer tackling a giant jungle python in the Ikea version of a Boys Own Misadventure Book. .