In the first, Sylvia, my GF was a tall tan blond with really long legs, short blonde hair, a 36D chest and nice but "boyish" ass. Her Gf was from Para...uay. An inch shorter than me, but in heels, still taller. A China-Doll brunette named Maya. She had an oriental appearance with medium brown skin and green almond eyes. Her body was absolute perfection with 34C breasts, 22 inch waist and 35 inches around the most delicious ass you can imagine. Looked like Catherine-Zeta Jones with a dark tan. I. I was thinking maybe she would leave. But then I heard her closing the door.I slightly opened my eye and saw that she was slowly closing the door. She didn’t completely close the door. Just a small gap was left. I closed my eyes. I heard her coming closer. Then no sound. After a while, I felt some air on my inner thighs. Oh my God, she’s trying to take a peek at my cock.My cock got steel hard knowing this. I don’t know what she was able to see, but I could sense that she was able to get a good. ” I felt the cold slick leather swat return to my left buttock. In some ways, the rubbing back and forth eased the throbbing of my earlier paddling. He tapped a few times, finding the perfect spot with which to begin. “Thwaaaack”. My head jerked up as the swat landed square on the sit spot on my left cheek. God, he’d put some strength behind that. “Aaaaahh!” I caught my breath. “One… thank you, sir.” I gasped. “Please… may I…. have another?” I managed to force out, despite the fact that, on. A. in English. Then I took a job as an advertising writer and proofreader, eventually promoting to chief graphic designer for them. My boss was nice to me, and he got a chuckle out of when I pointed out that he had typed “Best of luck” as “Best of fuck.” I kidded him that I knew what was on his mind! Thankfully, his thoughts were on someone else in the office, not on me, when he typed “luck” as “fuck.” I wouldn’t have been comfortable working where my boss was thinking of me in that way. When.