She opened it up and found another gift box inside with a small card on the top. She opened the envelope to find a small rectangular card with a short...handwritten note: “Wear this and only this to the party. Mr. D" She squealed so loud when she read the note that her mom called after her. She gathered herself and slowly opened the box; to reveal white strappy sandals and a white dress. She marveled at the designer heels and slipped them on for a perfect fit. The dress had a small strap around. Then I thought about the notable underthings she had on under her skirt, and perhaps that inspired me to tell her one fact. “I think Janey is getting a bit out of control recently. Like she could use a good spanking from me at times when she does something like bounce a check."Lynn found that amusing, “Then why don’t you try it sometime?”“Because she hates it. I once gave her two smacks and she jumped right up. Now I could never get her over my lap again.”On the way back I drove her to her car. When I woke up the second time, I didn't see Marissa anywhere. My shorts were unbuckled and pulled down to my knees, and my entire lower body felt tender and tingling. I was also feeling very relaxed, like afterglow. It was the most vivid dream I'd ever experienced, and apparently one of the hottest, too given how spent I felt."What the hell kind of fucked up dream was that, Eric?" I tossed and turned, trying to find a new comfortable position, muttering to myself. I wondered what made me. It feels as though we're two animals out in the wild, about to attack one another, but I have the upper-hand. Taking your head into my mouth, I begin to suckle on it, almost like I'm nursing on you, tasting your body wash and excitement fused together. You begin to moan, reaching down, you stroke my hair. You know how much I love when you do that. Taking you deeper into my mouth, I let my tongue skim along your shaft, I allow my teeth to graze teasingly too. Reaching under, I begin to cup your.