“Julius Caesar?”“He’s a dead Roman isn’t he?”“No, boy, he’s the title character in a play by Shakespeare, as you well know, and I want... you to play him.”That was a departure from normal, he wants me to play him, not just I am playing him.“When, sir?”“Last week of term.”“Oh, I’m sorry, I won’t be here, I’ll be in Hollywood making a film for your friend Sam.”“Damn, I’d forgotten that, OK we’ll bring it forward a week.”“I need to learn my part for the film,” I replied, and besides, I thought to. She was tight and I was going mad. I spit on her face. She said nothing I again spit on her face and slapped her twice on her cheeks very hard. Tears rolled down with loud screams. I pulled out my dick slapped her harder on her pussy. With every slap her spread legs closed and shouts were loud. Again I pumped in and started to fuck. Again I withdrew and slapped her pussy again started pumping her. Now the pressure was building in me and I started slapping her stomach. She kept on screaming. Now. Had she been crying? She had the oddest sensation that something horriblejust happened, but she couldn't remember what it was. She looked up atPete curiously as he handed her a tissue, allowing her to finish wipingher tears away."Hey, are you sure you still want to go out?" asked Pete sympathetically,in which she simply replied with a "yeah."She felt confused the entire ride, feeling a strange sensation thatsomething important had been taken away from her. Pete had tried to makesmall talk, but. Some sunlight was filtering in from a pair of ground-level windows, giving us just enough light to navigate with. She guided me to her bed and spoke, “Here. Sit.”I let go of her hand and gently sat on the edge of the bed. Her sheets were soft and cool to the touch. I felt the sudden contrast from her warm legs hooking over my hips as she sat herself down on me, in a straddle.We kissed. Her lips were soft and tasted slightly fruity, like lemon lip balm. Her mouth tasted sweet and wet, and her.