And since the restaurant was a good distance from her apartment building she had arrived nearly twenty-five minutes late. David had been waiting for her in the same place where she had nearly knocked him over the previous time. He’d smiled and brushed off her apologies while taking her coat, and nothing more had been said about it. Yet somehow Chelsea had known that wasn’t the end of it, though she couldn’t for the life of her have explained how she knew. It was like a distant rumble of thunder heard from over the horizon on a clear, sunny day. It was something in the way he looked at her while they talked, something similar to the first time, but now in some subtle way more focused. There was nothing at all in his manner that Chelsea would have described as sinister or calculating, but nevertheless she’d found herself repressing an occasional shiver – and even the whirring of the projector had faded into the background. The dinner itself had been a great success, at least on the surface. They had talked easily and with increasing openness as the evening progressed, aided somewhat by the bottle of very good wine David had ordered for them, and by the end of the meal they were well on the way to being comfortable with each other. The sexual magnetism between them was still very much present, though of course unacknowledged. They’d shared a cab on the way home. They’d stopped at Chelsea’s address first and David told the driver to wait for him. He’d accompanied her to the front door and into the unlit vestibule of her building. They’d asian made plans to visit an art exhibit the next day and Chelsea was already looking forward to it. David had drawn her into an embrace, kissed her lightly on the mouth and fetish told her how much he’d enjoyed being with her that evening. Then, instead of releasing her he had suddenly bent her forward, trapping her under his arm. And with his free hand he had given her two hard swats on the behind, one on each cheek, before releasing her and stepping back. When she had straightened, gasping japan and outraged, he had simply laid one hand gently along the side of her face and said, “Try not to be late tomorrow, all right?” Then he had smiled at her, turned and left without another word. Chelsea had been mad enough japanese to spit, and had come close to charging after him and giving him a piece of her mind. Telling him to get lost and never try to contact her again. Instead she had stood there, mouth open, panting with…rage, she’d told herself. Then she had hurried inside. She’d pushed the button for the elevator – then pushed it again when it didn’t arrive quickly enough. The moment she was safely inside oral with the door closed, and had pushed the button for her floor, she had hiked up her skirt and thrust both hands down the back of her panties. She’d felt the heat of her skin in the two places where David had struck her…and moaned out loud. By the time the elevator door had opened on her floor she was already using one hand to hold up her skirt while the other had moved between her legs and was stroking furiously. I said I am not going to move. “Daddy, daddy, yes!” I moaned as his fingers buried deep into my bowels. Only the real Dave Brighton asian would be selfless enough to demand she kill them both for the greater good. “Oh, yes, I knew your cock would be amazing, President Atterbury.” She rose up his shaft, bringing a groan of awed pleasure from the older guy. “Oh Tabatha.” The lock on my office door was engaged. So Rick japanese was going to show Rose his ultrasound area of a very small radiology department. She has lovely nipples in the centre of small dark brown aureoles. "No, I have been over the family history many times, but I can't find an answer." His tongue stirred through my pussy, driving me closer and closer to exploding. This time she immediately gasped her pleasure – oral and, doubtless, not a little japan discomfort, as the hay was prickly. And now she was blushing! My mind started having visions of the time that our fetish conservatory was built and I was spread-eagle on the bed with the builders taking photographs of me (see my Journal). What a delight to experience.