Anyway,one thing led to another and Sharon regretted it ever since, especially sincethe sex had been pretty wretched. It was especially pathetic when,...the nextmorning, he had pretended not to remember anything! That, Sharonthought, was incredibly insultingand so typical of a man !To make things worse, Ross had been seen leaving her hotel room and she hadbeen plagued with worry since. 'Sharon,'Debra greeted her, 'how good of you to come.' 'Howgood of you to invite me.' Theyair-kissed and. He followed her back to the Marriott; he knew she’d planned the whole evening, she’d already rented a room. Once in the room she didn’t waste any time; after first making a very sexy pirouette she dropped her purse on a chair and said, “All right sweetie, strip for me.”Surprised, Colton answered, “What?”“You heard me, take off your clothes. I want to see what I’m paying for.”This was a first for Colt; usually he gave the orders, but, well, he considered, she’d invited him, she’d bought dinner,. And I too have harmed none. Well …’ and here she looked pointedly at his crotch, and laughed, ‘… none seriously – in making my living.’ He joined in her laughter, looking rueful. ‘Bested by a woman! I hope my friends do not come to hear of that!’ ‘Oh maybe they will … but if you treat me well, maybe they won’t.’ She offered her most roguish smile. Gods! Once more his loins stirred. He turned back to the fire to hide his lust. Yet she, experienced as she was, had read it even before then. And. Breathing on my neck, his arm around my waist. Now what did I tell you last time you were late getting home? he whispered into my ear. Thats when a tear rolled down my cheek and I remembered. Can you tell me? he probed. I nodded slowly and with a shaky voice I replied. One spanking for every minute late. He pulled my hair back to make me look up at the clock on the wall. And how late are you? he asked, a smile forming on his face. forty-five minutes. I replied cringing as I looked up at the.