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“Three times,” she said, out of breath. “I can’t believe it.” Bobby got dressed while Bondage Summer reheated the pizza. It was ten-thirty by this time. They ate quickly and then Summer did her best to clean up the cum puddles on the carpet and sofa. She didn’t ask him to spend the night but she gave him a hell of a good-night kiss at the door. Bobby figured she liked fucking him but wasn’t quite ready to wake up with him in the morning. They got into the routine of hooking up every other Thursday evening; these were the days Bobby was in the area with his work. He’d go to Summer’s house after work around five-thirty, they’d have a drink or two, some dinner and then start making out and go to the bedroom and fuck. And they’d fuck and suck as many different ways as they could until around ten o’clock. Then they’d kiss good night and Bobby would drive home, and they would both wake up in their own beds and be ready for work in the morning. This went on for several months. Every two weeks they’d have dinner, drinks and each other. No dates, no dinners out, no going to the movies. Just eat, drink and go to bed. Bobby could see that Summer was torture trying to keep it casual and not get too attached. He was just a maintenance fuck for her, he knew that. But he was okay with it because he knew from the start that there was probably no realistic future for them anyway, and the sex was great. Plus he was keeping in touch with Bree, at least trying to. Then one Thursday Slave night, right after a rip-roaring sixty-nine where BDSM they both came simultaneously into one another’s face, Summer surprised him with a question. “Are you busy Saturday?” she asked. “Uh, well, no, I’m not busy. Why?” he said. “Would you like to go to a party with me?” “A party? What party?” “It’s work-related. I’ll understand if you don’t want to go.” “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t I want to go?” “Oh, I don’t know, it’s all the people I work with. There will be a lot of shop masochism talk, about eyeballs and veterans and patients and all that. I offer an alternative, a duel, between myself and the Princeling. The crowd went wild as gorgeous Linsey wiggled her sexy arse climbing the stairs to the stage. Having incest sex with my grandmother was the greatest sex I've ever had. Slap! The lamia-bitch gasped and coughed, clutching her stomach, her body BDSM heaving. I’m going to try—masturbating. “You’re the best fuck ever.” Amy bites her lip gently and smiles Bondage back. She gave my cock masochism an oral cleaning. The next four surges were little more than dribbles that ran down over her hand. Meet her for lunch tell her what he did what we want Slave to do, above all torture we convince her we don’t want to lose her”. Pinching the spongy mushroom. Trying to gauge the situation.