Vicky’s hand gently caressed my inner thigh and I could feel her breast moving against my arm as her breathing became more rapid with excitement. I ...ooked up into her face and she smiled at me. ‘This is really turning me on.’ she whispered, her hand moving further up my thigh as she spoke.I didn’t reply but smiled up at her. My groin was on fire now and my movements were becoming a little more urgent as I started building up to orgasm. Vicky’s hand reached my hip then slid slowly over my flat. Every connection your hand makes, or your cane or your whip, completes them and being a part of that is something profound. When I bent her over my couch and spanked her she froze. “No marks” she whispered at one point. It made me want to own her, brand her, whip her until she was black and blue, but I was good. This was just an appetizer. This was a first meeting and a brief one at that. Just a little playing. I spanked her more. I knew the lines and I kept to them. That kind of spanking. It didn’t stop him from pulling again. The bow in the belt was getting smaller. “Please.” She told him. “Is that all that is stopping you, your love for your husband?” He asked. She nodded and looked down. Al released his grip on the belt. “As much as I want to fuck you Judy I wouldn’t want you to do anything that you might regret afterwards.” “Thank you.” She told him. “That’s okay.” He replied. Al turned towards the door and then turned back again. “Have you ever let a black man fuck. "Let's go into my office, we shouldn't discuss that out here," Melissasaid.The girls entered Melissa's office and Brenda close the door."Okay Brenda, what's bothering you?" Melissa asked."The escort thing, I don't want to do it anymore," Brenda said."You don't want to do it anymore, my, my, aren't we the ungrateful one.I've been here for you through all your problems and I ask you to do alittle favor for me and now you don't want to do it?" Melissa asked."You've been very kind to me Melissa but.