He figured they used the internet to buy their vices.“Hi, I don’t want to be a dick, but do you have ID?” he asked her.She dug through her purse... and gave him a passport. “Sweden, eh, a long way from home. What brings you here?”She tilted her head and her green eyes flashed in the light. “Do you mean the shop or the country?”“Both.”Well, I’m an exchange student and I’m looking for a gift for a couple of friends.”“Right, a video, toys, clothes?” He handed her the passport back.“A toy, I think. I. His hand was constantly rubbing my back and sometimes grabbing and spanking my ass. Every time he spanked my ass, I was gasping for breath. The kisses turned to smooch and then turned to bite each other. I was the one who gave him a lot of love bites on the neck, a souvenir of last night’s events.I felt a sudden pressure in my anus. His finger had found its way there. He gently pushed his finger in. After the initial pressure and pain, my anal walls gave in, letting his finger slide in. After. He moved his hand up, took the panties, and started pushing them down. I was startled and raised my head to look. I guess he thought I wanted him to stop pulling my panties down, because he did stop. That wasn't what I wanted. I raised up my butt, and pushed my panties down until they were below my hips and he could see everything. He got up, stood at the edge of the bed in front of me, and finished the job of removing my panties. He sat down on the bed beside me, moved my legs apart a bit, and. Matter...of...fact," I replied, intentionally slowing way down, and over-emphasizing that "matter of fact" phrase, as I was sarcastically imitating Ray's response. "So what else do you wanna know, before I go on with my story?" I asked, trying my best to be even more sarcastic with Ray."Did you play with Art's balls that night?" What do you think?" I smartly quipped back."Judging from what you do to me all the time, I think you spent more time playing with Art's balls than you did playing with.