<strong>Roger</strong><br/><br/>I knocked back my glass with a chuckle, and a soft, growled,<strong>"Hello there,"</strong>as I felt Miriam's delicious curves pressing beseechingly against me with our steamy sweaty kiss. My palms found something firm and round to grab onto as our bodies pressed together, my heart pounded in my cock as that sinfully hot woman ground against it.<br/><br/><strong>"You know me, Miss Baudelaire, I'm a very playful man,"</strong>I grinned at her suggestion,<strong>"and what might this little game be called?"</strong>I lay down gingerly on my front as she'd asked, squashing myself underneath me slightly against the searing hot wood of the bench. Talking about searing hot wood, there was a strategic crack between the planks that would allow my kinky boss to reach me through the bench.<br/><br/>I like to live dangerously, and almost always play along with Miriam's games. The pain she inflicts on useful hunky teachers like myself is nothing compared to the amounts of pleasure the sessions cause.<br/><br/>Laying my cheek on my thick forearms, I watched Miriam like a hawk for sudden movements warning of a caress to make me shudder, or some mildly sadistic and humiliating shenanigan.<strong>"Now what?"</strong>I asked with a chuckle, licking my lips at her with a grin,<strong>"A pint of the usual, poured out the rocks?"</strong><br/><br/>I stuck out an arm and groped her lovely, Tiffanesque rump, rolling a well acquainted fingernail around her tight hole, nice and slightly moist from the sauna's lubricating effects on her body.<strong>"Anything else? A packet of crisps, or some nuts?"</strong>I whispered, licking my lips.