With one last groan, I could feel him pulse his load down my throat. Light blossomed behind my closed eyes, as my hands were suddenly wet with my own ...um. The next thing I knew he was standing beside the car opening the door. He pulled me to my feet and my eyes never left his. They were like two wet obsidian orbs behind his eyelids. They didn’t look human. His hands roamed over my body, unbuttoning my dress shirt, opening my belt and fly. Here out in public, where several office building. When offered and having time to think and consider their physical dehumanization, whether sensual to the eye or touch, they tend to wavier and most become brave.Our liberal use of wine and even satyr wine people accept willingly, one drink calms their intuition, a second dulls their memory, and a third makes any as lascivious for want of being like their favorite animal.Most of those we have tried using this new manner of indulgence, see the form of someone become as a satyr, especially the. None of those apply, and there is no way I would want that man over my lap with his ass in my face. Anything else I would do to him, paddle or otherwise, would just cause big problems.” “I surely couldn’t do it to him, being his boss and a female. How would that look?” “May I inquire a bit, Boss, even if it’s a bit personal?” “Sure Bob. We have a problem in this family, and it must be fixed.” “I know you are single and have no kids, but did you ever administer a hand spanking to anyone for. I couldn't believe she was able to take it. They went at it for a while before they switched to doggie style. She took it just as easily that way. He started to pound her harder and grunted he was getting close, she asked him to fill her pussy. That's just what he did. Judy came three times during this entire exchange. When they were done Judy came over by the couch climbed up and put her pussy over my face and said, "it's time for the good little cuck to clean." With that her face went over my.