So, today is a week later and we are back in class, me feeling like a little child stumbling through the few thoughts I can manage to utter. I am al...eady conversant in the Chinese language, and learning a third language is usually easier than learning a second, but also there is interference. Often when I cannot think of the Italian I need, the Chinese word sneaks into my head and blocks the Italian. That struggle is compounded by the fact that she has dressed casually as usual, but there. My desk which you gave me for my birthday is sitting next to the playpen, which faces directly across to your desk in your den. There is a bookshelf on the other side of the playpen, which is filled with books, but on the third shelf, just in my reach, I see one of my birthday paddles and hairbrushes sitting on it. And next to that is my timeout naughty-chair facing the corner.While I do enjoy when you spank me, I have been trying to be good since my blowout in the grocery store.There is even. My wife had gone to work, so we could get on the job and get it all finished in one day.Brenda arrived around 9.30am, and taking charge of the task set up up everything we needed, over a cup of coffee and a cigarette Brenda told me what I had to do to help her out. She would paste and hang the paper, while I would paint anything that was to be painted. All was agreed and we set about our work.We walked upstairs and as I was behind Brenda, I couldn't help but notice her beautiful ass in tight. I wished the War was over. I so wanted to be with Her and enjoy Her smile for the rest of my life. Suddenly the sirens sounded and the roar of dog fighting aircraft brought me out of my passion to be Hers. I stood and kissed Her hand, bowing deeply, honoring Her then stood looking directly into Her eyes, feeling my need, blushing deeply from untested passion while saying ‘Thank You Ma’am.’ She walked me to Her door and then put a pair of goggles in my blouse pocket. ‘Wear these for me my pilot.