I pull a ruler out of my desk, slowly running it up and down over your thighs before moving to the side slightly and slapping it hard across your arse...cheeks, looking down at you "This is what happens if you're going to keep being a bad girl" I say to you. "Tell me what you are, tell me what you deserve" I say dominantly before you admit being a bad girl who needs punishing. I slap the ruler over your arse a few more times before getting my huge soft cock out, taking your hand and putting it on. “It’s free food! Why do you insist on preparing food in the medical clinic? I don’t understand.”“The groundie’s food is better than the food in the pit,” Bong explained. “A lot better.”Cooler still did not understand. To a spacie, the very idea that food from one source could be better than food from another source was foreign—at least until the spacie tried the food from the better source, which, in the case of Cooler, he refused to do. It was probably for the better. The last thing they. The arm underneath me was gently resting on my breast. The other resting on my thigh. I could feel my secret bed partner's breasts squashed against my back. I wasn't sure who this lady was but I looked what I knew so far. Her long red hair was d****d across my shoulder. Even her hair smelt fantastic – fresh summer flowers.I suppose I should have done something to get this lady out of my bed, but I didn't have the heart. I could feel her heavy breathing on my shoulder and could tell she was. She'd prepared us a light snack; that was a good sign. She was learning to serve.She'd shed her robe as she sat down on the sofa next to me, and took the time to butter an English muffin for me. Add to that was her pouring a glass of juice for me. Clearly she wanted me to be at tip top performance for her.We chatted about nothing of importance for ten minutes or so as I enjoyed her service. She even used a napkin to dab the crumbs from my lips. All that time she had been sitting close to me and.