"Do you know what I'm going to do now?" No." I'm going to whip your ass with my belt." The woman shuddered again, but didn't say anything. Becky loope... the belt in her hand, and raised her arm. The woman's ass flinched in anticipation. Becky waited a moment longer, and then brought the leather down on flesh. Not too hard, yet. She didn't want to scare this woman off."The men are going to whip you much harder than this. Do you want that?" Yes."Becky accentuated each sentence with a new crack of. We also had one other evening part-timer, a gal like me who was in school and not available any mornings either. The boss didn't pay well, we were a small 'niche' shop and he said he couldn't afford another part-timer.That just left "Dude", and much against my will, I trained him on how to at least handle the relatively easy 35mm developing machine, which comprised 99% of most of our rush-rush stuff anyway. All of the medium and large format stuff was usually professional 'tricky work' anyway. They hit each other on the shoulder, and rolled their eyes in anticipation of their soon being able to use the spectacular body they were following, and all of the sensual, erotic promise that it held. When the other two went into the kitchen, Larry bolted down the steps to the basement. He opened the refrigerator door and pulled out the pint jar holding their carefully stored and preserved cum shots, opened it up and ladled two tablespoons of cum into the bottom of a glass and began mixing in. I groaned and she looked up. She saw my eyes were open, and she looked scared, but never stopped her exquisite handjob. She used the precum to lubricate my dick and kept stroking focusing on the nerves just under the head for a bit then long slow strokes on the erect shaft.I sat there and watched this fully dressed woman stroke my hard dick until I was about to cum. I tried to pull away, not wanting to speak and ruin the moment. She smiled and stroked faster and faster pointing my cock at my.