Now I have to go in to fight another one who is thinking I am robbing his bank."They let me go and as I climbed the stone steps the tellers got as far...away as possible. Cheryl did, too and I stopped a moment and said, "Why are you afraid? I am not rabid and I rarely attack pretty girls."Another girl was holding the receiver in her hand as if it would bite her. She looked at me and seemed to think the same thing. "Thanks for holding the phone for me. What is your name?" Joan." Thanks Joan. You. “A blow job.”Her smile disappeared instantly and was replaced by a look of half shock, half disgust.“Fuck you!” she just said and left.I laid back in bed and grabbed my laptop and a few more garlic cloves, feeling pretty good. I mean, sick as a dog, but feeling good about myself the way only a big brother can when he has finally rendered his little sister somewhat speechless. I’m sure some of you know what I mean.When I woke up the next morning, however, I felt awful. I felt as if someone had. After a while she starts to tease my cock and balls with her tongue, getting me hard again, she tries to get on top and slide down on me, but I gently push her over onto the bed, on her side. I push her top leg way forward and move around behind her, we love this position because I can pound so deep and hard into her. I enter her and begin stroking, I know it’s gonna take a while because I just emptied my sticky hot cum onto her a little bit ago. She is starting to really enjoy the rhythm and. "Punished?" she asked. "There is punishment in these bondage things? Not just holding or tying up?"I smiled reassuringly. "No, not real punishment, real pain. Again, just playing games. Like maybe spanking, or making you do something embarrassing or immodest. Oh, some women actually want a certain degree of pain to go along with all the pleasure they're getting ..." I wasn't going there, to some of the extremes the real bondage addicts enjoyed and demanded. "But I don't like hurting.