Walsh replied.“Well, both, I guess,” I said. “It’s… It’s kinda personal.”“You can at least put your bag down,” she invited.“I’d ...ather not.”“Why not?” She was working her fingers enthusiastically inside herself. “Here, let me take it from you.” She reached out, with the hand that wasn’t pleasuring herself, and grabbed my backpack. I tried to hold on to it, but she wrestled it away. “Oh,” she said, finally discovering the source of my discomfort.”“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to be like. I dunno, I was shocked... but I wasn't completely surprised."Pete raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. Laura filled the silence on her own. "I don't know... I mean, we all come here every Sunday, and we know what's going to happen..."This time when her voice trailed off, Pete spoke, "I think I understand, Laura. I know that the three of you enjoy being spanked."Laura's mouth dropped open at that, but Pete continued, "It's no surprise, Laura. I see for myself how the three of you react. ..I think I've met a couple of Hugh-Jorgans...let me think..." Lou' doubling up with laughter behind Lisa's back, excused herself and ran into the kitchen to make a drink; "Coffee"? she shouted through with her voice now under control. Lisa pulled the door slightly ajar and called, "Oh yes, please Louise..." and looking at me, obviously pleased with the rhyme, she giggled and said, "Oh, I imagine that that makes me something of a poet, does it not"? Without waiting for me to reply, she called. That feeling was one of the reasons that she liked this position so much, that and the way that it reminded her a little bit of making love with a certain man. The only thing missing was him. His weight on her, and the pleasing smell and heat of him, and, … Hell, she thought, with a chuckle, she’d better stop having the thoughts or she might as well stay on her back and start again. She finished the list, though. She remembered the feel of his lips and teeth on her throat when her head was over.