After all, what could they do - sack him?Somehow, once he had made his decision, his shoulders seemed lighter, but at the same time, he was amazed at ...ow busy he was. There were just so many things he wanted to finalise before he left his job. That was, he realised, because he was a rather conscientious officer.Wednesday seemed never ending with all the lose ends he was being asked to tie up as far as his job was concerned, but at least he didn't have to worry about being involved in selecting. Why were they soaked, massaging my best friend? I was so confused.I worked on her ass for a few minutes, then moved down to her thighs. She spread her legs slightly wider apart, still thrusting her pelvis up slightly every time my hand wandered near her inner thighs. I worked down one leg, then started on her other thigh, again moving down to her feet. When I was done, she flipped over. I was kneeling next to her and I looked down at her.Amy's chest was heaving, her nipples dark and standing. "Hey," he said."Hi," Tyler said with a froggy, spent voice. He cleared his throat."Thanks for... um... that." No sweat. Thanks for dinner."Tyler leaned weakly against the kitchen island. "Jesus. I'll have tocook more often, I guess." Feel free. I haven't had a homecooked meal that good since I was inhigh school."They stood in silence for a moment, until Ben was satisfied with thecleanliness of his kitchen. He tossed the paper towel, came around theisland, and squeezed Tyler's perky ass."I'm. ” I loved this, the warming up, the foreplay. The crop came down hard again, this time on my back. The pain and lust were impossible to differentiate and my nipples became hard to the point of pain. “One, thank you Mistress.” I knew she smiled as she glided the edge of the crop around the cheeks of my ass. Another slap there, this one short and quick. “Two, thank you Mistress.” She continued to strike me, each one making me wetter, and even though she tried not to show it, her labored.