.I can’t help...” She looked at me curiously. What? And then she noticed. Brushing against her elbow now. My cock. Growing. She gasped.“Oh...loo...y here,” she said, grabbing it.“Please Jenni...”“Poor Johnny, all tied up and excited.”“I’m so sorry, so sorry,” I tried explaining. “I find you very....” She looked up from my cock into my eyes.“Very what, John?”“Sexy, beautiful, young,” I explained slowly, my eyes drifting over her body. She had large blue eyes, normally full of mischief. Shoulder. I didn’t know, so I asked Pete. Yes, they recorded all of the shows. “Do they charge to view the archives?” asked Drew. I had Pete on the line and asked him. They had never done anything with the archives. “Pete, do particular customers have favorite actors, or genres, or themes?” I asked. It turned out that they did. “Pete,” I continued, “you are sitting on a gold mine. About how many sessions do you have in archive?” They had somewhere over 9,000. Pete had a gold mine, and I knew where to get. She thinks that it will end then. I don’t want it to, not now. Lena I’m sorry.’ I was scared now, my feelings for Gianna were very strong, as strong as my feelings for Lena, and I was worried how she would feel having allowed me to open this, until now, forbidden door. She held me tight, ‘Oh Mike, you silly man. You don’t have to be sorry. I know you love me and now you love Gianna again. You’re bound to want to look after her. I understand that and I want you to as well. She’s so sad when she. .I was good as gold that year I got good grades and cleaned the house like she wanted and did everything she asked of me but the following year the day after Thanksgiving I found myself across her knees again this time she wore a leather glove on her spanking hand and it was an hour and a half before she finished with me...this went on every year until I hit puberty then things changed and on Spanksgiving day she said that I was too big to go over her knees and that she was changing the game as.