"The floor's too hard." We don't have to lie down," he said huskily, his hands dropping to her waist. "Turn around." Like this?" She turned and bent o...ver, leaning against the wall."Just like that," he said. He fit the head of his cock against her entrance. He thrust, then thrust again, pushing into her. Sammi bit her lip as he thrust. He felt so big, much bigger than he did in class. He gripped her hips and thrust again. She pushed back against him and slipped a hand down to rub around her. He was pleased. However he did not provide any aftercare. We talked for about 10 minutes if there was anywhere he could go to get good amazing food, and then he left as I had to leave as well. He did not check on me after he left, and not at all the next day.When my Protector asked about the session I told him, and he was NOT pleased at all. I understand now what I did wrong and I have learned from it.The next morning the bleeding had increased and my Protector wanted me to get medically looked. He pumped 7 times hard and then relaxed his grip as I slid his cock out to the point where I could get my tongue working his glans as I applied suction. He gave me two more spurts and then held me in place as I pleasured his glans and shaft and then took him deep throat again. I alternated that for at least another minute as he convulsed with pleasure and then began to go soft. He slowly pulled out as I swallowed the remainder of his man juice and then holding my head in his hands I looked up. They went to change. In moments, three barefooted tee shirted women were standing at attention. Cindy Lou and Barbara Ann both wore Malone's Garage standard issues, which were white and of good cloth. If you looked hard, you could see a dark patch down low. If you were blind, you could see their boobs. Rhonda's tee shirt looked like it was cut out of a boat tarp, sorta yellowish and thick. But Rhonda looked good in it. Real good. For a kid.B.A. and I worked out the bathroom problem because we.