"Call the cops," one patron yelled out. Danielle cried, "Please no, I won't do it again. I promise!" Ron sat at the edge of the pool table near Daniel...le. "I've given this a lot of thought, and you must be punished." "I know that you love to shake dice with the customers.,, I'm going to let the customers help me punish you." "No," Danielle sobbed. "Please no. I'll pay you back." Ron grabbed the dice box and brought it back to the pool table. "C'mon guys," Ron said motioning with his arm. "Pull. Unconventional to say the least. I got up and left. I was driving home when I felt my phone vibrate. I knew who it was, but I simply refused to answer. I was hurt, although this relationship was purely based on sex, she'd more than made her mark on me. When I arrived home, she'd left me a voicemail. "Call me" she said "please baby" before hanging up. I could hear she was sobbing as she'd called. I left her alone for a couple of weeks, ignoring her calls and texts. Somehow I knew it was for the. A quick flit with Donna to the charity shop, a long, gunmetal grey silk number with a crimson slash across the boobs, straps like spaghetti over the shoulders and a fullish skirt did the trick and only £60. We dallied happily in the shops to find something for Donna and eventually settled on a long split skirt, a sort of Jane Austen riding skirt in the darkest blue, with a white silk shirt and red tie. ‘I look like the fucking Union Jack,’ she complained but I think my reaction to her. ” He unbuttoned his shirt and chucked it away, staring down into Christina’s eyes all the while, returning her earnest cock-sucking gaze. “Fuck …” he groaned, stroking back the short blond hair from her exquisite features. She worked him with a gorgeous steady rhythm. “Jesus, you look so fucking beautiful with your mouth stretched wide like that. I love it when a sweet-faced girl gets dirty. C’mon, Chris, suck my cock. Show me how much you love it. Show teacher.”Putting words to that last.