She fixed another drink and sat down in the cushy leather desk chair. Hot from the booze and the cleaning she unbuttoned her loose fitting work blouse... It usually hid her large DD's quite well but with a couple buttons undone, her cleavage poured out. She took down her hair and shook it out, "Now that's more like it"... When she logged in to Mr. Iversen's computer she noticed a private internet tab was open at the bottom. She tried to respect his privacy but her curiosity got the best of her. The trouble was she was also aroused as she found caning John sent a quiver through her pussy. It was wonderful. Empowering, not like spanking Steven, no this was power linked to sex with the man she loved. John stayed upstairs and was also thinking about the last few hours. He had watched as his wife was spanked so hard, but he wasn’t altogether thinking of her but more about his turn. He was looking forward to being put across Miss D’s lap. He knew it would hurt but he was getting so aroused. She slid her knees forward on either side of my hips, all the time trying to keep the dildo at its full depth inside me. Vanya's hips resumed their earlier rhythm and, while her left hand flitted between my nipples causing delight to both, her other hand slid down over my corsetted waist to my groin. Vanya scraped her fingernails up and down the insides of my thighs, causing goosepimples with each touch, before doing the same over the loose skin between my legs. I groaned with the excitement. "No…no one was ever touched me like that before," she spoke hesitantly. "My boyfriend has groped me, but….not like you did. It felt…so nice and gentle." She seemed to push her chest out a bit more, and Dad obligingly continued to run his hands all over her, and leaned forward and kissed her lips.Awkwardly, she responded with girlish naivety to his kiss. He rested his hands on her thighs, causing her to reach out and grasp the railing on either side of her to maintain her balance there. "Has.