Even then, she gave his cock a few extra sporadic squeezes before she let her pussy relax. She didn't need to force herself to pant. Afraid he'd figur...e out that she'd faked her orgasm caused her to pant without an effort.When Baldy kissed her and called her a great little fuck, she decided she'd take up acting as a career, that is, if Baldy ever let her go. Tears stung her eyes. He'd never let her go. When he tired of her, he'd... Shaking away the heavy depression that started to overwhelm her,. She handed me the washcloth, kneeling."If you can, I can," she smiled.A minute later, she stood. "Now I need to wash my face, huh?"I handed her the washcloth. "If we keep this up, we'll be here all night."She finished and put the cloth on the vanity. "Nope! If I was gonna be here all night, I wouldn't be washing my face ever' five minutes."We got dressed, went into the den and looked over her homework. At this stage of the tutoring thing, my part was mostly letting her recite what she derived. The shops sold pots and pans, silk garments, novelties, and religious trinkets. Food stands roasted lamb and chicken logs on spits. She passed veiled women carrying shopping bags. The streets were unmarked. The main avenues, however, were labeled by old signposts under which taxi cabs inched forward in traffic.The neighborhood children tugged on her chador. The cripples displayed their deformities for spare change. She found a café in the middle of a short block. The male patrons in the front. But…but cuddling in bed with him is somehow more personal, more intimate, in a way, than fucking. Now, playing sex games like spanking seems like a further step away from pure sex toward that personal intimacy – playing around, sharing private jokes like keeping my panties and…and… permitting him to spank me. I suddenly was afraid that I was getting more involved, closer personally, than we would want.’ ‘Well, for my part, I don’t see any problem. You’re having fun and it would be impossible.