It didn't take a genius to figure out what was next. Mr. Harris lubed up his fingers inserted one up my butt working it in and out. Then he inserted...a second finger, followed by a third. By this time I'd stopped crying and started moaning, the sensation was so intense. He said to me, "I'm giving serious consideration to fucking your cute little red butt, but I'm not going to do that." He added, "While you're going through the indignity of being fingered I want you to think about what could. All the persuasion just to move her hand in two directions. Up and down. But eventually she did.Her first blowjob I imagine was like the first of many other girls her age. Her shy demeanor taking over, making her first blowjob more like a suckling of the tip, the contorted expression on her face when she was first surprised with the salty bitter taste of the white gooey reward.Penetrating that almost bald pussy was divine, her natural body reactions betraying her. Her entire cunt spasmed upon. Then the light began to break."Marsha, this is important. You dug me. I mean you liked my face, and you like my body type. Is that right?"She nodded. "I've always gone for big-shouldered square-built men with V shaped faces. But I've never acted crazy like this."He understood then. It had never happened before because none of his three or four female assistants in the lab dug his physical appearance that much. This woman turned on to his looks - and sat close enough so that those MW signals. Wielding it like a fierce weapon, Heather swatted me again, right in the center of my already punished cheeks. Two fresh new red oval marks formed over the previously crimson surface, re-igniting the inferno that had only been lying dormant.I howled in pain, kicking my feet wildly as if that would somehow alleviate the scalding fire being applied to my sensitive bottom. Bursting immediately into tears, I began sobbing like a baby as she continued to slap my poor fanny with her hard, unforgiving.