The pain was terrible and she was on the verge of coming.He stopped spanking her thighs and went back to paddling her bottom cheeks with renewed vigor... There was no pause. The spanks rained down fast and furious. This was all Louise could take. Her orgasm began and she pushed her bottom up to meet the paddle. After a few more spanks, he stopped and let her relax.He helped her up off his lap and led her, still crying, to the corner. She instinctively put her hands on her head. He stroked her. I slide up to the bar and order a beer. As I pop the top, I turn around to face the rest of the place. It wasn't the nicest place in town, but it was certainly no dive. I start checking out what items are on 'the menu' when I see someone I recognize - my mother. And she's wearing something I'd expect to see on my sister - A short skirt, and a low cut top. "What the fuck is she doing here," I ask myself. At about the same time, she happens to look in my direction and smiles. As she waves me. But, why? Where could Kelly have received the information?The files were press releases containing information that would be extremely valuable to investors, but the file dates on my computer were generally a week earlier than the date on the press releases. This meant that whoever had access to my computer had information that they could use to make trades before the general public was aware of the news.Many of the press releases came across the desk of my boss, John Sinclair, but his trades. Some would say I was a pervert, while most confess to similar traits, sex is beautiful, an orgasm is God sent, so why not embellish it, make it as strong as possible, try to pass out with one, yes I know girls who do, I myself have been that close, but it has to be diverse and free, no hang-ups just do it because it feels right, and I do, because I follow my heart and my fingers, what flows through my head to bring me off, is what I practice, let me explain:I had gone to bed earlier than my.