" I can smell your ass."Oh Christ, he'd told her to give Kim an enema and have one herself, she did Kim's but forgot her own.Ryan was fucking with her..., in fact he reveled in her fragrance, deep forest mossiness, a richness that only Mother Nature could duplicate, he reached for the Swiss Navy Silicone lubricant and laid the bottle on the bed.He gave another little chuckle then fingered her tight round brown circle, "Yep, I can smell you," he teased." She was embarrassed, she didn't want to. Then I'll get it even harder with my mouth, so what the hell are you waiting for, douche bag?" "Nothing, dominate hussy, get down on your knees, and blow me." I pecked his cheek. "Yes, sir," I added, before lowering myself to my knees. "The real thing is always much better than the fantasy," I commented, prior to taking his schlong into my mouth. "No shit, Gia," he moaned, covering my head with both hands. "You're not wrong on that note, not at all. After only three seconds, that's crystal. One hand raked ineffectively at his face with her little ineffective male fingernails. Hell has no fury like a woman scorned, and this one had all the strength of a man, her last slap to his face left a bruise."You really think you can beat me!" the director snarled at her. "At least I know how to fight."He turned to face her and raised his fist when her knee suddenly slammed into his crotch. He fell to the ground in agony."Good work!" said Jonathan very relieved. "Now I am just going to have. Auntie Rita and uncle Peter lived in South London. They were keen 10 pin bowlers and asked if I wanted to join one evening which I quickly agreed to. After we had finished it was late and my parents agreed that it would be a good idea to stay the night with them. I slept in their spare room and as usual I had a wank before I went to sleep. I wanked into a handkerchief, put it under my pillow and went to sleep. I got up in the morning, had breakfast and went to work. The next week I went bowling.