His ass was so sexy in those bike shorts. I was really going home with this sex god, and he was going to fuck me. I thought I had died and gone to hea...ven. He had his key out, and let us both in. “Come on in and make yourself at home Alex. Can I get you a drink or a beer,” he asked politely. I did not care about anything to drink, I just wanted to get his clothes off and get in his bed so he could fuck me. Stepping up behind him standing in front of the fridge I said, “No thanks, you already. And as far as oral poetry is concerned, that’s been around since the Ancient Greeks, and believe me, they performed with the same energy I perform my pieces.”“There’s a difference, though, between the two forms of poetry,” said Preston before taking a long swig of his beer, the tacked-up flyers flapping in the wind. “You’ve got to decide which side you’re on.”“I didn’t know there were any sides.”“Let’s just say that poetry, to qualify as poetry in my book, or in our company’s book anyway, is. I think she was a little bit drunk. I certainly was. I could feel heat radiating off her. We sipped our beers at the bar, Andrea searching my face with that slightly mocking grin. About halfway through, she leaned forwards and put her lips to my ear. I felt her hot breath as she whispered, "Coming then?" then licked my earlobe wetly.My hand shook and most of my beer spilled. She laughed, downed the remainder of hers, took my hand and led me out of the bar."If you come inside I'm going to cane. Pleaded she hated being spanked her mother was various relentless she would just hit and hit her over and over again and when she was done shed make her sit on a heating pad to increase the burn. Con jr would just sit their practice her violin until she fell asleep. " Con Jr. I wait no more " her mother said as she locked the door and sat on her bed. Con jr. Stood up walked over to her mother " know why are you being punished " minn asked her daughter with a stern look as. A devilish smile in.