In contrast to her husband, she ate her pasta without sauce or grated cheese, and her salad without even so much as a crouton. ‘Come on, Bev,’ Ge...rald complained. ‘I’ve got a really good one. The boy’s going to love it!’ Says you, Avery thought, trying not to roll his eyes. Much to his extreme fortune—not to mention surprise—a knock on his door kept him from having to hear the joke. What the heck is wrong with me? he wondered, as he made his way to the door. This morning I had a genie. I could. He pulled me to my feet, then spun me around before pinning me against the wall. I was completely powerless against him, overmatched by his strength. I momentarily flirted with the idea of fighting him, just to give him the chance to put me firmly in my place. The thought turned me on but before I could act, he spanked me, HARD. My ass stung from his blows, but the pain quickly turned to pleasure. He leaned into me then pushed his hips forward, causing his hard large cock to poke my asshole. I. "I love you, Donna," he moaned. "I love you too, Jack, and I always will," I wrote in stone. We both wrapped our arms around each other. "Yes, Jack, make sweet love to me," I moaned. I just had to say his name to remind myself that it was him. He locked eyes with me, but neither one of us said anything, as nothing needed to be said. His cock started another thrusting exercise. With each thrust that took place, he said 'I love you.'. My hands went to his shoulders, as his big cock loosened my. ’ ‘Probably he runs a Saigon brothel for all the other servicemen out there. That’s about his mark.’ Jake offered. I got the feeling Jake didn’t like Joe. ‘So how have things been going with you since we last heard from each other?’ Sam asked, probably to change the subject. ‘Did you ever get married?’ I went on to give them an extremely brief and extremely sketchy run down on the last few years of my life. Then we made plans to meet for dinner that evening. I was to discover from Jake later.