” She sighed before saying, “I guess I’ll go.”“Last night. I love you.”Last night was enough to cheer her ever so slightly. “I love y...u, too.”They shared a lingering kiss and then he said, “I’m going to go take a shower.” The fraction of a second pause before shower was his way of eliminating the words long and cold he would have added if his mother wasn’t in the room.She knew that feeling all too well. Even though she had no reason not to assuage her needs with her fingers or the vibrator. By the time you reach ten I know my bottom must be starting to redden. The sting of the spank is getting worse. You don't slow down though or give any indication of taking a break. Spank. spank. Spank. Spank. I can't believe I ever thought this was going to be easy and start to regret my actions. Still you continue. Spank. Spank. Spank. I feel my eyes starting to tear. Spank. spank. Spank. I start to squint on the desk, trying to get away but your hand on my tied hands just pushes down. "Me neither," I sighed, enjoying the fragrance of her breath."I don't want you to think I'm doing this because of your money," she insisted."I don't want you to think I'm doing this because I'm hornier than I've ever been in my life," I said."Really?" I heard sharp interest in her voice. "Are you?" A witch appeared at my door on Halloween night," I said. "She cast a spell on me. I am helpless to resist her. I am ... bewitched."That got me my first kiss. It was a tentative, exploratory kind of. My first time was a violent intrusion, at an age when girls are still unaware of the hidden pleasure between our legs, in truth I had never really thought about it, and right up until my first menstrual cycle, I never tried to hide myself from prying eyes, had I known then, what I know now, I would have worn panties, instead of sitting cross-legged in front of men, blissfully unaware of what I was doing to their thought processes.'Your not the shy type, are you Mariel', he asked me as I sat in.