”Spencer looks past the man to see a face he recognizes. Unlike Yonovich, he is better at hiding it. “And is she the buyer?”Yonovich turns to se... Erika, clad in an oversized shirt standing behind him. “Who is this, Crusher?” she asks.“Crusher?” Spencer repeats, making a face at the man.Yonovich shrugs. “What’s wrong with nickname?”“To each his own I guess,” the agent mutters. “Come on, Crusher. Just give me the information I need and I’ll be out of your hair.”“I’m sorry, Spence, but I cannot do. " Was his one word reply which was keeping me laughing.I kissed his forehead. "Well my dear, you no longer smell of flowers. Sweaty man, and sex, definitely sex." Hm." He said.Which of course set me to laughing again."Wha?" He asked, eyes closed."You sound like a cave man." I petted him, smoothing back his hair."It's God's little joke on us all. Men wanna sleep after sex, and Woman wanna cuddle and talk." But there was a smile on his face when he said it.I laughed harder."You're gonna make me. ” The Surrogate rubbed the Mums bottom whilst scolding her and the Mum gave her usual weak apologies. “I must say I always get riled when Mums give weak reasons for their failures and I end up spanking them rather longer and harder than I do with Mums who I think are trying and working towards a successful transition of control. This Mum though was going nowhere fast.” The Surrogate explained that at least she may as well enjoy herself giving the spanking and set about turning the Mums bottom. I felt a funny, quivery feeling inside. She was leaning pretty far over, and it was hard not to stare down the front of her shirt. I wondered if she knew what she was doing, if she knew how much she was showing me. I couldn't stand it another second, I had to say something. "Ok, I'll do what I can." Good." She suddenly relaxed, like she had been all tense for some reason. "I knew I could count on you. And I know you won't say anything to anybody about it afterwards, will you?" What do you mean?.