I said “This is the beginning. You know how to make me stop(Safe word)”. She thought of saying the safe word but stopped. I started spanking again...and didn’t stopped until my hand started to hurt.Then I ordered her to bring the table tennis racket which was of my roommate. She was happy spanking has stopped and brought the paddle. I ordered her to get in same position and took paddle from her.Then the real spanking started with the racket/paddle. She was screaming and I stuffed her t shirt. He brushed my left breast with a muscular arm as he demonstrated the heating. And I jolt of desire swept through me. All I really wanted to do was grab hold of his dick and run my hand over that damn fine ass. Why don’t you just sit down here next to me Josh, I thought to myself. Bet you don’t see many desirable women here in this sleepy little back-water town? So when was your last proper date? Last month, you say. Why don’t we remedy that little situation right now? And then I woke from my. " Come on over." I told her how to find my pod, and disconnected.It took her twenty minutes to get to me, and I took her into the office I had created in my pod, as it was evident that this was not entirely a social call.I offered her a drink, and we sat, coffees in hand, and chatted briefly. She had, she told me, been assigned to Mars as soon as she'd got to the moon. Her concubines hadn't even set foot on the moon."You were lucky," I told her. "It's a dump. At least, as far as living there. ” Olé explained.“You don’t speak Spanish, do you Olé.” Statement, not a question.“Good enough. “Otra cerveza frio, por favor! Donde es el sanitario? Puta madre! Pendejo! Cuanto? A couple more.” I know the most important survival words!”“HmmmHmmm, sure you do!” Doc acknowledged. “And the two of you are getting along just swimmingly?”“Oh, yeah! You know beer ALWAYS tastes better when someone else fetches it for you. (She’s a waitress, sabe?)” Doc imagined Olé cupping the mouth piece for this.