Ch-2---------------------Wordlessly, Miss Crump arose and walked over to me. With no warning, she slapped me, hard(!) As I held my jaw, she grabbed my love log, putting it in her right hand, with the left index finger running across the length of it maddeningly. I closed my eyes, hoping I could control myself when I heard the words: Miss Crump: "You really are like your father said, a 'musclebound thug who bounces around town flaunting his oversized private parts hoping to find some slut with no taste or morals who will sleep with him'. If you think that I am that kind of slut, you are RIGHT. Let me call my micro-equipped old fogey hubby and tell him that we have a seminar in Vegas or somewhere, and I will be out of pocket for a while." [She dropped my cock, which returned to my stomach with a hard sl
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