" I left, made a cup of tea, returned the bottle of honey. Waved. She was on the phone, so I returned to my office and tried to finish a couple of tas...s before the end of the day. The honeyed tea helped.She knew I'd be headed out the door at four-thirty. That's when my cellphone broke into a lilting flute solo. Original. I happen to have slept with the artist. "Hi, cutie!" I said."Hi, baby. Wanna go out for dinner?" Sure," I said. "I'll be home in half an hour." I'll be here," she said. "How. She couldn’t suck Jason’s cock in the middle of a shift. She couldn’t spend every break they shared on her knees, lovingly taking his member into his mouth, looking up at him with lust as his eyes fluttered with pleasure.As hot as it would be, Carlotta couldn’t slowly slide his thickness past her lips, swirling her tongue around his head, enjoying the sensation of a man using her mouth for his pleasure, both of them getting off at the total decimation of their working relationship, the reversal. He pointed to himself and said "Tarzan" Then he pointed to her and said "Woman".Jane felt herself go weak when the naked man named himself Tarzan. It was true! He existed! But he was no ape. He was just a man! Well, not JUST a man. She'd never seen a man like him before. He thought her name was "Woman".She pointed to him and said "You, Tarzan" then pointed to herself and said "Me Jane".She realized that in pointing she had uncovered her breasts. Then she noticed he wasn't looking at them. He. She would not object to being punished, she had brought this upon herself. Suzanne studied the paddle in her hand. She glanced at Amy’s waiting bottom. She remembered this paddle’s role in her own life, slightly less than 10 years before. She remembered the nights bent over her father’s desk. She remembered her father’s long lectures while she waited with her pants down. She remembered her step-brother standing in the door of the den, smirking at her, whenever her stepmother did not chase him.