A change for Samara

Samara was barely concious. "I wish Samara was addicted to spankings, anal sex, and my cock."

Samara just lay there moaning softly.

I sat in a chair and waited for Samara to recover. "I wish Samara's anus would also remain tight and sensitive."

Samara finally got back up on her hands and knees. She turned and looked at me. "Take your panties out of your mouth and suck my cock clean, Bitch."

Samara just nodded. She took the panties, now thoroughly soaked with saliva, out of her mouth then sucked my cock clean.

"Now, leave me your phone number. I'll call you when I need to fuck you again. Put your panties back in your mouth, pull your shorts and shirt back on, but leave the bra off. Don't take the panties out until you get home. You may go, bitch."

"Arf!" Samara stuffed her panties back into her mouth. She pulled her shorts on over her dripping pussy and ass then pulled her shirt on. She then wrote her phone number down on a pad of paper and staggered to my door.

I sighed and went for a soak in my hot tub. I relaxed for a while and decided that later that evening, I'd hit up the hottest new celebrity hot spot in town, a new dance club in Bevery Hills.