At the Museum I gave the card to the woman at the desk as instructed. A few minutes later I was in an office marked "Personnel" and my saviour had aba...doned me. I spent around an hour filling out forms: Museum, NSW and Federal. (No wonder my Dad compained about the taxes! They had to support the paper industry.) I then had my picture taken for an ID badge and was sent away for "lunch" until everything was done.I bought something, but it smelled, looked and tasted like at secondary school. Oh,. I've just realized that there's no floor information on the landing-pads. Nothing to tell you where you are. Doesn't that strike you as wrong?" Well, maybe it's a security issue..."Oh, Matt! Safety issues should overcome any security concerns. What if you were a fireman in this escalator well? It would be vital to know where you were..." Wow... That's a very good point. Maybe we should mention it to building management on our way out. For now, though, we'll have to just keep going down. I'm. My routine has always been to shower then shave. I never thought that she would be sneaking peeks."I just want to know about stuff, you know sex stuff." She kept her eyes on my cock . We had had "the talk" about her monthly friend a few months back, but I never equated it to sex, just that it was something a woman did when she reached a certain age. I realized that that was pretty stupid of me, but at the time she seemed satisfied and I was too embarrassed to explain any more of the. I spread my legs and bent over, looking straight ahead which curved my back presenting my bottom. My breasts were swinging, being naked made her body burn with humiliation. I knew I had a big butt, it was firm and round, and I knew it made guys go crazy. I knew I was beautiful, and I loved showing my bottom off wiggling it. I felt my mother tap the belt on my bottom and knew I wouldn’d be happily showing my butt off for a painful few days. I felt the the belt leave my bottom. CRACK! I gasped,.