I walked to the front door and knocked. No one answered, I waited and knocked again. "Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained I thought" I had taken... a risk to come this far and it was a waste. As I turned away from the door and stepped off the porch, I saw Heather walking from the neighboring building. She had a huge smile on her face as she saw me. We walked up to each other and gave each other a hug and kiss.We went inside and made small talk for a bit and then went back to the bedroom. As. I have taken on a slightly similar but slightly different name: I call myself the slutmaker."John reddened in the face, got a little hotter and unnoticably hardened in his underwear again.Sarah continued, "the people I fuck are the sluts, not me. That is my reality."John made his move, moving his hand furthest away from Sarah towards her thigh. She read the move a mile off and deliberately stopped him with her hand on his chest just as he was reaching for contact."Sorry," came a quick apology. He brought her to the brink she had already hurtled over once. This time, he held her there, stretching out the dizzying feelings so that her release launched her even higher than before. He trailed her by only a moment, his body surging with the force of his final surrender. She closed her eyes and wished she could remain there, shielded by his strong arms. ‘Jack?’ ‘Hmmm?’ He paused in the middle of kissing a path from her chin to her ear. ‘What made you love me?’ ‘I’ve been loving you so. "Yesterday she had gotten a solid spanking, not a skin breaker but enough force that she was sure to remember it today, before a major dog fashion fuck. By the time the spanking was over her ass damn near glowed in the dark! It sure felt hot against my belly as I pounded her. By the third stroke she was moaning and shoving back with all her strength. She came at least four times and was the proverbial bowl of jelly when I pulled out and with a slight push had her on her side as I crawled up so.