"Shhh, my baby, listen to me. You're my work of art, you are my life. I have decided to spend the rest of my life pleasing you and you only." He gentl... licked her tears with his delicate tongue, resulting in another scream from Clara. "If you let me please you, and satisfy you, I will let you go, my love. You are not my captive, rather you are my God. Please give me the chance to prove it to you." Calmly, his hands caressed her thighs and touched the inside of her legs, sliding down, squeezing. She had now dropped the glasses from her eyes and was clutching then in both hands as she rested them upon the back of the seat before her. Her breath became irregular , slight sounds escaping from her lips, as he began a very slow massage, always allowing her opening to respond in lustful diameter, but never penetrating further. It was a very slow almost-but-not-quite fucking and it captivated her wantonness, her proclivity, and amplified her need. He had found her center and her thirst and. Then I thought about the notable underthings she had on under her skirt, and perhaps that inspired me to tell her one fact. “I think Janey is getting a bit out of control recently. Like she could use a good spanking from me at times when she does something like bounce a check."Lynn found that amusing, “Then why don’t you try it sometime?”“Because she hates it. I once gave her two smacks and she jumped right up. Now I could never get her over my lap again.”On the way back I drove her to her car. Dr. Cole said that you hate the Beatles too, is that correct?That caused her to give Dr. Cole a questioning look before she turned back to me. Yes, I can't stand the Beatles. My mom used to play them non-stop growing up.So, if I told you there was a secret message is the White Album, would you listen to it?Again the pause and look before answering. If you asked me to I think I could handle listening to it one more time.You have to listen to it five times non-stop.That gave her a grimace but she.