I still couldn’t figure Paul out. I had linked his arm as we went from bar to bar and acted as sexily as possible without actually appearing like a ...lut, he appeared to love the attention and flirted as much as usual, yet he never tried make any type of move no matter how hard I tried to tempt him. Perhaps he really was happily married and faithful. Never mind, I consoled myself, I would frig myself senseless as soon as I was alone in my bedroom. When the taxi finally dropped us back at the. She didn't. Instead, thunderclouds gathered on her face."Wa'll I'm sure soree, there, mister, that mah talkin' is so poorly an' all, but us hillbillies don't hardly git no edumucation lahk all them city slickers do. Whut I wuz sayin' wuz that my brat here don't suck 'nuff of my titty milk, an it leaves me kinder sore sometimes. That's why one of my titties is a little bigger'n t'other, I 'spect. You s'pose?" Take it easy," I said, no longer smiling. "It's not that big a deal." Well if it's not. Karen gets off the bed lights some candles,turns on some music and sits in the chair next to bed. I walk up behind Sam and start kissing on her neck and rubbing my hands all over her body. Sam unfastens her bra and slides out her thong and lays down on the bed as I kneel down and start kissing the inside of her thighs as I make my way to her shaved pussy. I could tell she was already excited as I could smell her scent as I was parting her lips to wrap my tounge around her swollen clit. Sam. ‘You don’t want me to spend my life reminding you of things do you?’ ‘No Sir.’ ‘Well then. You had better start remembering, hadn’t you?’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ I beckoned her to come closer to me and she stood right in front of me—allowing me to examine her smooth, hairless pussy. I placed my index finger on her hooded clit and rubbed gently, listening to her moan as I stimulated her. ‘Are you a slut, Anya?’ ‘Yes, Sir. Anya is a slut, Sir. An obedient slut, Sir. Your obedient slut.’ I smiled as I let my.
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