.by," she moaned, "you're torturing me." I moved down the bed and lightly kissed her silk clad knee and then I moved up her thigh. I pushed the hem of...her dress to her waist. Even in the dim moonlight I could tell her black panties were damp. I was pleased to discover she was wearing thigh-high stockings with a garter belt instead of panty hose. I smiled at her. Mother became rigid and turned her head toward the window I knew she was having second thoughts. I wasn't so I began to slip her. ” Her hand pats my rump forcing me into motion, one tiny, panting, quivering step after another until, before I know it, before I can change direction and flee naked down the corridor, I am stood directly before Grant. “Turn around.” Grant’s voice is more breath than words and I let a smile light up my face at the knowledge that at last he seems excited at savouring my charms. I rotate smoothly on my wedges, presenting my gently rounded arse cheeks to him, thighs parted so that he can admire. ...."Three, Sir!" after number five he stops and gently d****s the whip down your back and ass again this makes you arch back again in painful delight! he starts again "SIX, SIR!"....you make it to ten and your ass is red, he gentle kisss and caresses your naughty ass! Your pussy is so wet now and you are desperate for him to be inside you, he tells you to stand up, he takes off all his clothes and lays on the bed, his hard cock standing up and ready for you but you cannot wait any longer for. "Great Barb, You know what Grandma used to say about money buying happiness."I rolled my eyes. "They say money doesn't buy happiness, but I would love to be crying in my new Ferrari."Shelly pick up the business card and started laughing after reading it."What is so funny?" I askedShelly shook her head reading the business card out loud. "'Southern Hemisphere Interoffice Technology-Head' VP.', Don't you get it? Look at the first letters, S-H-I-T-Head. Your big time exec is a Shithead."I grabbed.