My finger pistons in and out of your asshole. Your body presses back against my finger, wanting more of that full feeling. I wiggle another dry finger... into you, stretching you open and adding to the painful bliss. Just as my second finger sinks into you, your cum begins flowing over my tongue as your body trembles and spasms. Pushing on your ass, my fingers still buried deep, I push you onto all fours and slide from beneath you. Positioned behind you, I replace my tongue with two fingers inside. Being North Wales, the pub was a conservative sort of place, and two English girls caused a bit of a stir, but as we were with men, it wasn’t too much of a problem. We managed to corner a table at the back of the saloon bar, the better of the two, and Tim ordered beer all round, a welcome break from the poor wine I usually had at home. I never had the heart to tell my father that Liebfraumilch was perhaps invented purely to annoy visitors to Germany. Tim and Paul quickly got the maps out and. Do you know why I'm punishing you?" Yes sir. I touched you without your permission." Before he asks me another question he grabs his new belt and slaps my ass with it. I gasp at the contact and the cold air making it sting but he replaces the belt with his hand to slowly stoke my ass. He strikes me five more times and rubs me down again and again. My need for him is so intense that I can't help but moan. My nipples are rock hard against the cold hood and my ass is on fire. I am so close to. Zack told him most of the story about how he and my high school had recruited me including my brother Will suggesting they check me out. The only part he didn't tell Max was that Zack felt he owed Will for getting him laid the first time a couple years earlier.The dinner conversation wasn't strictly football. Max asked Leigh Ann questions about growing up too and her plans for the future. He also was curious about Kelly's background and experiences. I was pleased that Max was kind enough to.