Ken unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them off. He removed his shirt and sloughed off his jeans and boxers, as she removed her panties."Katie, you're s...o beautiful," he said, as he kissed her deeply. She moaned as he gently inserted a finger into her wet pussy. He moved his finger slowly in and out. She took hold of his hard cock and slowly stroked it, feeling it twitch in her hands. She groaned as he continued to finger her.Ken produced a condom from his jeans and unrolled it on his swollen. That was the hardest thing about this. He spanked me and hung me on his wall which seemed cruel yet I had the strong feeling it was because he liked me and not just like in the way you like a necklace or in his case a TV show, but like he genuinely cared about my well-being. It made no sense in light of how he often treated me yet I had that inner intuition that said there was something more to this.After he came back and release me he had me go to the couch again. I had fought letting myself. “Yes, Wendy,” I remember you.” He paused. “I like your shirt and that image of an empty bird cage.” “I do too,” she said. “Well enjoy your wine,” she added, then paused, looking at him. “By the way, you’re really looking good,” she said and went back to her place behind the counter. Well, that was nice of her to say, Paul thought as he watched her walk away, noticing her short black skirt, the slight swaying of her hips, then took a sip of his Chianti, tasting the sweet thick texture on his. "I got other plans for you, now get the fuck over here, and bringthat huge fucking cock of yours." As he walked towards me I notice howgorgeous this guy was. He was at least 6 foot 7 inches tall, slender. Notreally a wash board stomach but he had definite cuts in his abdomen runningdown around his crotch. His nipples were hard and supple. His hair wasdark, but his eyes were blue, and his skin was a golden color and lookedalmost like silk. I told him to sit down on the bench facing me. I.