" "Thank you Sam. Am I the last one here?" "No, I don't think so. Mrs. Price's guests arrive at unpredictable times. You're fine. Go right on up to ...loor sixteen. I'll call up so Mrs. Price will be expecting you." A chime rang as I touched a button on the keypad and the door opened to the sounds of Frank Sinatra singing, "The Lady Is A Tramp." The party was already in motion. In some ways the atmosphere reminded me of a movie I had seen years ago with Audrey Hepburn called, "Breakfast At. I clocked 2 guys having a close chat. Was I being paranoid or were they looking in my direction? Trying to play it cool while freaking out is harder than it sounds, but I pulled it off. Clearly my confident demeanour had thrown them from the scent and they were now doubting themselves. Sweet!My confidence returned as it became clear I was a good actor, despite no formal training. Not long afterwards my mind returned to the opportunity presenting itself, I could hardly ignore it. Again and. And again. And again. In fact, I spanked the boys butt until my hand was so sore I couldnt continue. Joes butt was mottled red from my spanking and he was now sobbing. Thats good, son, Dad said, then he suggested that I finished what Id started and fuck the boy. When I lined my dick up with his butt again, Joe wiggled just a bit. I smacked his ass one last time, then took a hold of his hips, to keep him in place. Shove it in, Adam, Dad encouraged. I did it. With everything I had, I thrust my. The one located right between the old Blockbuster video store, the chain of hair salons, the old folks home and my alma mater, Brockton Technical College. I get mad tired of bossing around those fools and bitches who work on my shift. Sometimes I’ve had to smack them around to get the job done, you know. Like this bitch named Mandy Hill. She’s one of them tall blonde-haired white chicks with the big blue eyes who think they’re all that. She’s a lazy slut who works on my shift and I swear I’ve.