” The sound of flesh smacking against flesh resonated in her ears seconds before the sting bloomed across her ass. She gasped as the spot pulsed hot... Before the sensation dissipated, it transformed into a heavy pulse between her thighs. He placed a staying hand on her back as his toes nudged the underside of her foot. She lifted back up, ignoring the way her calves tightened. He smoothed a hand over the spot he struck. “How many will it take, do you think?” She didn’t give an answer because she. She was puzzled and said okay promise but what is the matter anoop? I then told her wanted to kiss her. She was really shocked to hear it from me. She said how can I even think about it? I said I fell in love with her and told her that if I was 6/7 years older. I would have never let uncle marry her.She laughed at that but was really confused and shocked at me wanting to kiss her she didn’t know how to handle the situation. But she told me its better we don’t talk anymore for some days. I am. "None. You?" I responded."Mine is actually more of a hope than a plan. I am hoping that Dracula will steal into my boudoir, bite my neck, tear off my nightie and then fuck me into submission," she answered in a low voice.I was at a loss for words as my heart begin to beat rapidly and I felt my cock begin to thicken. It had been a few years since I gotten laid while in my Dracula costume and make up."Anything is possible m'dear," I responded.A business card was discreetly removed from her purse. He headed back towards the Seine. He was lucky. Passing the Trocadero he saw a poster. The Orchestre de la Société des Concerts du Conservatoire were performing that night. Clegg decided to treat himself to an evening's culture.Wagner, Beethoven, Bruckner. The programme was predictable, Clegg guessed, given the sea of grey uniforms in the audience and certainly better than Hindemith. The Beethoven and the Bruckner were fine, thought Clegg but when it came to the Wagner he agreed with Mark.