No one ever compared my eyes like you did.”“Well, I hesitated a bit dramatically, I really meant that one. Sorry if I offended you but it really l...oks like that. My grandpa used to say that, when he was describing my grandmother. I never met her. She died a year before I was born. But I have pictures and god; she had the same eyes as you…”We continued talking. Her name was Calypso. I told her about the nymph that kept Odysseus far from his home and hoped she let me go back to my own and not. I was relishing in every second. I pulled her stockings down ever so slowly. Sensually. I was unwrapping the most beautiful and delicate package in the world. All that was left now were her white cotton panties. They had little red hearts all over them. I licked my lips and looked down at my little girls beautiful face. She was looking at me, so angelic, and gave me a hint of a smile. I grabbed both sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down. She lifted her butt to allow me easier. Her face was more handsome than beautiful. She was wearing faded work jeans and a low-cut wool sweater, which allowed an excellent view of well-tanned, medium-sized breasts and the valley between.Sheila’s office featured a giant oak desk and a stone hearth. A picture window filled one wall with a breathtaking panorama of the frosted mountains painted silver in the light of an almost full moon. A floor-to-ceiling bookcase crammed with books covered the opposite wall. There were several oriental. You know I'm married. Are you a whore like your mother? Are you happy? You made me cheat on my wife, Amanda. You need to be punished. A whore gets punished."Fuck. I didn't care. I didn't need cheap cigarettes or booze. I just wanted this man's dick. If I was a whore, then hallelujah this was heaven.And he was spanking me hard. I whimpered. Over and over he spanked me, my ass shaking with each lick. I cried out. A few tears welled up in my eyes but I couldn't tell if it was from intense pain or.