“I’m afraid it just isn’t possible right now. We’re short-staffed as it is,” he presses his fingers to his temples; arguing with Red is givi...g him a headache.“What if it was a ‘working’ vacation?” Red offered.“What do you mean?”“I have a new Blacklister for you, Harold, but this one requires some research and a good deal of finesse,” Red explains. “We can work on it from my safehouse, but the time off would allow us to be flexible in terms of travel and workload. I am convalescing, you know.. .. Paul?" This time he noticed her drawing out the words before pronouncing his name, as through it tarnished his name in some unknown manner and he determined to spank her until she begged him to stop."Well, does she... Paul?" No," he croaked, "we haven't." Hating himself for answering her, hating himself for not having tried it with his own wife first."Spank me if you want too, I certainly don't mind," she said calmly, cupping his testicles, then fondling them. Being careful not to cause any. He sank to his knees, straddling Jamie’s lap to wrap him in his arms, tasting himself on his tongue and pressing his naked body into the sticky clothing. “I’m going to come first if you don’t let up.”“I love your come, Sunny. And this mess—I can’t describe how good it feels, and it doesn’t stop!”“The gloopiness is kind of fun, and you do look hot covered in it. But can you take your dress off now? I want to feel your skin on mine.”“I might need some help. It’s become a little slippery.”“Can’t. Genauso wie die von Chrissy. Diana hatte ihre langen dunkelblonden Haare zusammengebunden, was ihr ein kindliches Aussehen verpasste.„OK. Ich zeige Dir noch kurz unsere Wohnung. Dann müssen wir los,“ verkündete Diana und führte ihre Freundin ins Wohnzimmer.Ihre Eltern waren für mehrere Wochen verreist und sie genoss es die Hausherrin zu spielen. Die Wohnung war über 150qm groß und mit Wertsachen nur so gespickt. Zum Spaß machte Chrissy von nahezu allen Dingen Fotos mit ihrem Handy. Natürlich.