Then one day, a temp comes along. He shows her a bit of interest. Maybe he flirts with her a little. Suddenly, there are some feelings happening. Sudd...enly, there's a glimmer of excitement in her otherwise mundane workday. And there are zero strings. The temp's only going to be there for a few weeks, and if it starts to get awkward, she can just have a word with the manager and get the temp moved on. And trust me: women in their situation, presented with an opportunity for a no-strings hook. When he felt my hard nipple graze against his forearm, he looked at me. "Do you want to go for a walk?" I knew what that meant. It was code for "Wanna walk down to the boat launch and fuck?" I did. I told him to wait five minutes after I left and to meet me in the parking lot behind the bar. At that, I said my goodbyes and told them I was going to walk the short distance home. The bartender asked if I was sure, stating that he could give me a ride in a couple of hours when the bar closed. I. I gave her a nasty, cold stare, pulled it back and slapped it hard against the wall. It cracked like a rifle shot. She jumped and squealed. Her face tuned beet red and she yanked against her restraints.“Maybe this one.” I pulled out the riding crop. Short, mean, in horsehide, it was an excellent punishment tool and the one Mistress Diana taught us to use in New York. In fact, this was one I bought there and Andy had felt it when we were in training. She recognized it and gave me a knowing. She removes the hand off of the hard cock. It is guided slowly toward a set of ruby lips. A soft tongue dances on the head of stiff cock. Pre-cum is emitted. "Oh daddy," Brenda groans, "you taste so good." A daughter's hot mouth inhales her father's cock fully. Larry had never been sucked so hard before. He could feel an experienced tongue lap and wash the stiff dick. He slowly pumps the hard rod into his girl's mouth. "Fuck my mouth, daddy," Brenda moans, temporarily removing the erect shaft,.