I have too much work on as it is I thought to myself already mentally writing the apologetic negative reply. It was from a man named Hanz. Ah alas of ...ourse not that could hide his identity from me. He was a man who made a living in sale woman to the far and Middle East markets and had been a very good customer of my mine for a number of years. He sent the same attachment as always containing the targets details, name, age, location that sort of thing his clientele often spotted girls they. Your hands tangling into my hair…pulling my head back and forth as you pump your hips…you press right down into my throat and cum shooting it straight into my stomach. You step back and stoop down…pulling out a cat o’ nine tails. You lay that on the floor in front of me…you also lay out a riding crop, a cane, a wide leather belt, a paddle, and a wooden spoon. You step behind me and bring your hand down on my ass…SMACK….SMACK…SMACK. You ask the assembled crowd who wants to spank my bitch…before. I just smiled and looked at him until he spoke.Brian: So is this your usual time for the gym?Me: I don't really have a set schedule.Brian: Aha I see... Are you going home now?Me: Ya I don't have any plans... I'm just gona go home for the night. Why do you ask?Brian: Just asking!I smiled and looked at his cock.Me: Yeah? Are you asking because you would like some more?Brian: No no! I mean if that's what you want, I wouldn't mind. I don't know!Me: give me your number.We exchanged numbers and I. She looked over her shoulder in the mirror.Heidi smiled to herself. The outline of her shapely ass cheeks looked quite nice against the leather material of the equipment and her tight-fitting denim jeans. She pictured herself striding up the hill in front of Hans and having his clear blue eyes focused on her pronounced ass gap laboring up the slope.She was certain Hans would want to play with her bottom long before they ever got to the top of the climb.The sight of the lean muscular young man.