In the last two years we havemet several gentlemen who given me a good smacked bottom to varying degreesof success. The trouble I have with just meeti...g people for the sole purpose of gettingmy bum smacked is that the humiliation aspect is over before it has begun.Obviously I don't know any of these people before hand and it is highly unlikelyI will ever see any of them again. The whole situation is more like a visitto the doctors, you know it will be embarrassing and painful but it's all. And I love New York City.College was a blast. By which I mean I had plenty of opportunities to conduct business. I blended right in with the other business majors. Blending in is every aspiring business man’s dream. I never partied unless I felt it was essential for the business I was trying to get done, in which case I would get black out drunk and wake up two days later in an Upper East Side couple’s dog crate or something like that. Classic business stuff. Right after graduation I got hired. My mother, weeping at the kitchen sink, was holding a sheaf of medical papers in her hand. She stared at the papers as if they were a palpable enemy that she could rend, tear, or kill. Her tears were hard and angry – but soft, and almost helpless. Hindsight cleared up so much, and I now know the anguish she felt as the sterile, white forms pronounced her death sentence.For millennia I lingered in the valley of death. There were no shadows in that valley, only blackness, silence, and emptiness.. When she came love juices started to flow from her cunt in abundance wetting her thighs. I knew that this fuck was going to be the best that I had ever had. I took Farzana my dream girl to the desk where we pushed everything onto the floor. As she perched her ass on the desk I stood before her. Together we stripped my clothes from me. She let out a gasp of surprise as she got her first glimpse of my love tool. She probably would have laughed had she seen it in its flaccid state. Because.