Mostly the younger members of his team were the vapid beauty queens he was made to take on, or they were too timid to say boo to a goose. This girl wa... different, and he liked it. Belinda took her time before answering trying to think of the best way to answer that particular challenge. She stared at him for a moment before finally answering, ‘I am not exactly sure that I thought about it being easier or harder. My preference is to make sure the mess doesn’t occur in the first place than have. For a few seconds she tried to keep pace, but I wasn’t having it. I couldn’t bear it. I had to get out of there.As I pulled into the street that would lead me home; home, what a joke, my mind started to wander. This was Joyce right; Joyce the ‘Type A’, hard-nosed, organized, super-efficient, loyal, faithful, ever loving wife, perfect mother, pillar of the church. What a crock of shit!She was going to call. I knew she’d call. The cell phone was her weapon, the whip she used to flail everyone in. I was hoping for something a little more... fun, to swallow." Your reaction tells me you're listening. "Do you uhh... think you can help me with that?"I can see the answer in your eyes. And as I scan your body with a little obvious flirtation I think I can see the answer in your pants too. I check over my shoulder to make sure my room is free, it is, so I put my now empty glass down and lightly take your hand."Come on." I say. "I'm going to take your nerves away." As I stand up, I can see those. She let out more wild cries and ground her ass against me, back as far as she could.After slowing down I pulled my cock out and saw the juices glistening on it. I spanked her again on each of her round, pert buttocks until the slapping sound of my hand on her ass was followed by her desperate wailing, becoming muffled as she buried her face in the pillow. I took the opportunity to look over to the alcove, but there was no sign of Liz behind the curtain and I didn’t know exactly how much she had.