Incense burned on small round table between them. Vanilla…and some kind of a berry. It smelled really good. The walls were a rich candy apple color ...with a Picasso painting above the couches. Antonio walked to the corner and grabbed the wooden chair, bringing it to sit in front of the dance pole. Her eyes flew open when she got a better view of it. From the corner in the dark room it looked like your average wooden students chair. But now, closer to her and in better lighting she saw the furr. "Let me rest. Please, please."I eased my blood-hot spear from her soggy quim and then slid it up her spine. She rolled over, smiling, and I rose as she opened her mouth to welcome me. Her tongue was wonderful."You want it?" I asked after she gagged a couple of times.She nodded and I relaxed and came in her mouth, three ragged spurts. She gulped and swallowed and when I was spent, I fell down beside her. She grasped my prick and licked it clean. We snuggled with my long but no longer hard penis. I missed you terribly these past days. Tim asked me out again but I turned him down. I told him it was a big mistake and that my boyfriend was not happy at what we did. That frightened him!’ She laughed. ‘So I’ve been faithful every night, though I did play with myself once.’ ‘Wicked girl!’ I said sternly. ‘I may need to punish you for that self-abuse.’ ‘Oh, yes please,’ she sighed sensuously. ‘I need punishing. Come tomorrow. I know I will if you do!’ A guttural laugh. ‘God, Trish, you’re. Are you asking me to punish you for your carelessness?” This seems very very dangerous. I swallow hard, but I hear myself softly say, “Yes. Ma’am.”“Let me finish this chapter, then we’ll see to your bottom.” With amazing grace—a dancer or a gymnast at some point, perhaps—her foot slides off the coffee table and towards me. “Christie did my nails before you came over. Do you like the color?” It’s a pretty, deep blue, and looks good, so I nod. I notice the nail polish on the end table. And a.