Riiight.Emails started arriving. God these people can’t spell. I wonder if they’re out of high school. Then one that caught my eye.“...atisfaction Anonymous: We guarantee complete and total satisfaction. Please fill out the following questionnaire. We’d be happy to take you as a client.”I actually laughed. A joke maybe? Who would set up a company like that? The questions asked things like fantasies, how many times a day I masturbated, how many times in a row I liked. But after a few days, i heard saw her changing clothes and as soon as she noticed i was there she covered herself and closed the gate. i was awstruck ny her tits as that what i love most in women and i have always seeing porn which involved milf fun and bit tits videos.Then back to the story, the same day When she was teaching me I saw her cleavage and she noticed that I was staring at her tits. She then caught me red handed and said don’t stare their concentrate on what I am teaching. Saying. Really? Are you sure it was... Yeah, that's right... That's not what I heard... Damn! How can you be sure of that... Yes, I'll need to do something about that... (sigh) Yeah... No, that's okay... All right... Talk to you Monday. 'Bye."After a couple more minutes of cleaning up, Stacy casually addressed her boyfriend, "I just had a conversation with Elisa. I want you to go to the bedroom, fetch the paddle and the cane, get completely undressed, and wait for me."He looked up at. Sandals with a slight heel, and I tuck in a plain v neck and throw on a cardigan. I hook in a pair of earrings and pull my hair halfway back. I pull up the sleeves on the cardigan, because it’s hot out, and decide it’s okay if my tattoos show. I spritz my face with rose water for good luck before I go. Corinne’s house is nothing crazy, but it’s bigger than mine and the yard is perfect. I double check myself in the mirror before I get out of the car. Oh god, I hope this isn’t too much cleavage..