Good, the food is here!”
Emma took her first bite and briefly mentioned the food was excellent. Emma now knew that after such a lavish supper, I would expect her to put out which is a nice way of saying rape. Maybe having some young cunt and even some rugrats could brighten up the place. “Really? Did…you…rape them? Being a History buff, I associated the cheer girls with those Spartan women. When we were seated, I saw that Em was upset. “Please stop it…Don’t touch me please,” she whispered. I wanted her knocked up! What happened to them later?” she asked haltingly. “Time to fuck, my sweet slut,” I growled as my cock-tip touched her labia. We’re done here. As the minutes went by, her legs went around my waist, and she began to hump back at me a little.
