She wanted so much more than a taste and he knew it.Samantha leaned forward, pressed her lips to the tip of his cock and gave the slit a tiny lick. Sh...e loved the briny taste of his pre-cum and moaned as the flavor spread across her tongue. ?That’s enough now.? Mac stepped out of Samantha’s reach. ?You need to earn that.? Mac bent down to pick up the cane from the floor. ?Show me how badly you want to be my pet?Samantha knew what he liked and felt a certain thrill when she saw the approval in. " Hopefully a romantic date, she added to herself.Paul didn't speak for a long moment. "I see," he said, his voice flat, resigned."Do you, Paul? Do you truly understand? I'm not saying I don't want to see you anymore. I'm saying I believe our relationship has become too ... comfortable best describes how we are with each other. We're friends, good friends, and sometimes we're even lovers, but..." But you want more," he said."Yes," she said."Marriage, children," he said."Yes," she said – with. She was the first woman I ever made love to. I started late. She had been married for a year before she married me, from the age of twenty to twenty-one. Actually, I had known her in college when she was a freshman of eighteen, but I had never made a move. Our paths crossed often at a coffeehouse just off campus that was run by a local church. It was their student out-reach program. The coffeehouse was in the basement and served simple coffee drinks and teas. It was not gourmet at all. Simple. She faced me; her tits were hard firm full and high on her chest. Her top just covered her nipples. And they were hard. She looked down at her self and adjusted the small pieces of cloth.My eyes traveled down her stomach, which was hard flat and with a hint of muscle tone.But my eyes stopped at her pussy. The thong only covered her pussy and just. You didn't see anything but you saw everything. No doubt that it was shaved bald, and well oiled. The thong hugged, covered and displayed at the same.