I met her a couple of months ago, but I had heard about her long before that. See Cat was the talk of the men's locker room. Almost every guy in the c...ub either knew her or knew of her, and everyone wanted her. She was a young college student, around twenty or twenty-one years old, 5'5" with jet black hair and a perfect body. She had unbelievable curves, amazing tits and an ass that begs to be smacked. That was how my buddy at the club, Albert, had repeatedly described her to me. "You gotta see. He stood from the couch, lifting me up with his intimidating strength, never breaking the kiss. We continued to swap spit like teenagers as he carried me to his bedroom. He laid me down on his bed, which just had a sheet on it. He lifted my legs up, and to my surprise he buried his large, stubbly face between my cheeks. His large, powerful tongue darted into my most private regions. He knew what he was doing, and soon I was convulsing, wrapping my legs around his broad shoulders, gasping with. Pull my face up from the bed, then force your cock in my mouth. Fuck my face and make me gag on your big fat cock. Smack my face while you fuck it, smack my breasts too. Pull me away from your cock put my face right in front of yours. Ask me if I’m going to be daddy’s good little girl. Smack both sides of my face when I tell you no. Plant my face back in the bed, put the vibrator on my clit and tell me I can’t cum until you say so. Then start pounding me from behind, I’m going to cum right away. Upon hearing his return and the status in which he returned, all they could do was hope he had left to become a better person. The servants assigned to Mr. Leif had absorbed all the gossip, and as such, sided with the companions. They did little to help make his stay more pleasant. It was Taylor who awoke early in the chill of the morning to light the fire in his room. It had been Taylor who had bribed the laundry to starch Mr. Leif’s shirts. If Mr. Leif’s meals had not always been in the.