As she drove, one of Catullus’s poems to Lesbia, popped into her head:
Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requeris?
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
I hate and I love. Maybe you ask why this is?
I do not know, but I feel it, and I am in torment.
“Oh, God!,” she thought. “Now you’re spouting college Latin poetry! You have gone round the bend. Get a grip, girl.”
As Kat entered Paul’s house via the backdoor, Paul came down from his study. This time, he was nude. He was also fully erect. After the ritual of ownership, he spanked her more than usual. Then he ordered her to get down on all fours on the floor in the living room. He moved behind her, and Kat knew that he was going to f**k her ass. She put her forearms flat on the rug, her ass in the air. Paul eased his firm c**k int
