She wanted to thank him, to run to him, to hug him.But she dared not.?Caught with that same girl, andsmoking a? what do you call it? A joint???Yes, Si...? I mean, Master, Sir.??Apparently, Marpessa, the strapwas not sufficient for you. Didn?t it hurt???Yes, Master, Sir. Very much,? shesaid, lowering her head and smiling inwardly, remembering how long she lay inbed that night savoring the raised welts on her tender bottom cheeks.?My assistant tells me she wouldnot have caught you two except that. He was an interesting mix of accents. Born and schooled in London, moved to Glasgow, Birmingham and Southampton, so you couldn't really pick out any particular region in his voice. He was bright, optimistic, hard-working and successful at what he did. He was also the saviour of the Manchester operation by showing me what it could be rather than what it was. It took more than a year to radically change the culture there, but when we were done, it was one of our most efficient operations. It also. I got out, still carrying my shorts and T-Shirt. Luke led the way to the door. He took my face in both hands and leaned close. “Do you want to stay here tonight?” I could feel panic setting in. “Luke, please don’t kiss me.” I was afraid of him kissing me, partly because I wasn’t sure how I would react. “Dude, I just wanted to focus your attention,” Luke replied. I felt embarrassed. “Sorry,” I said. “If it’s all right, I’ll crash here tonight. Tomorrow I’ll look the place over and if we agree. His big head had started to go inside me. I felt a little burning pain as I was being stretched. He was gentle but insistent. He was going in. I was being stretched so far and I winced. I then felt it pop in and let out the breath I was holding. Not stopping he pressed forward more and his black shaft started to disappear into my white pussy. He said I was very tight. My pussy walls gripped his cock as he withdrew a little then went back in. Each time more of him went in me. Soon he let go of.