I said ok, how about I take you home? I said ok and expected to do some work but he said we'll take a break today. We ran out to the car and hopped in... He said to sit next to him. I slid over, and he said to open my pants. I unbuttoned and pulled down the zipper. Since no one was out he reached into my pants and rubbed my dick till I was hard. We pulled in the driveway and ran to the house. Holding my pants up I fumbled with the key, but unlocked the door. When we went in he told me to get out. She reached into the hole of my boxer shorts and brought my thickening dick out. She slowly stroked it as she brought her mouth up to it. She slowly took my stiffening, 6 inch long, (3inches in girth) cock into her mouth. She sucked it slowly, lightly. She did not suck me like the cock-hungry slut that I knew her to be, she sucked me with passion and love. She made out with my cock like it was the only cock she had ever lived for. For 5 minutes she continued this passion on my dick until I. This was cum! Thick, white, powerful cum! I caressed his cock as he shot his load. I rubbed my hand over the head of his cock and felt the powerful cream cover my fingers, thick and sticky. I could smell it and the scent was overwhelming. Oh Tim I never knew a real man could cum like that. It coated my hand and stuck my fingers together.”She came then. She actually yelled out loud and came with a thunderous crash. Her breathing was static and quivering. She panted and moaned, her eyes never. “Is that enough? Or do you deserve more?” I close my eyes, thinking hard. Does he mean the belt? Or more with his hand? What do I deserve? And what would please him? “Twenty-five more with your hand? Please, sir?” “Good girl.” My heart soars at those little words. This embarrasses part of me--I'm a VP of a very successful company, for Christ-sakes. But the part of me that's in control isn't the business me. It's the little girl that Hatch owns and plays with. That part stretches my ass even.