Sir" i added quickly." Mark raised his eyebrows. Realising what i just did i started breathing really heavy, i wanted that Armageddon of a spanking no..., if ever... He pulled me up, gave me a zip of my (now lukewarm) beer and sigarette, waiting for me to get my wits together. 'Ok, your call..." said Mark, "...but at MY time!". How could i be so stupid, Mark's in charge, and will be for the evening. Using the paddle at my request would look like Mark did as *i* asked. Surely, that would not. She and Gilberto had told me at length about the effects of the narco-terrorism in their part of the country, Antioquia. “It’s hard to sustain the exciting side of a marriage.” Melissa knew I had been married for 10 years and was happily divorced.“I know,’ she said. “Gilberto is a good person and a good father. I’m a bad person.”“Why do you say that?” I asked. She took my hand in hers and just looked at me. I stroked her palm and she stood up and walked us through to the bedroom. The curtains. I had already memorized my highly anticipated Power Point presentation of "How to find fingerprints inside a vagina using duct tape, a powerful flashlight and the Jaws of Life," so I now had time to be a tourist. Wandering through Washington Square Park in iconic Greenwich Village, looking for signs of life in the counter culture (and finding none) I ran past a few troubadours butchering Dylan folk tunes.I then rounded a corner and pretended to hear the thumping bass of "Staying Alive" as I. Sarah got up and for the first time in a long time I could see the crowd that was still watching. A number of them had the hems of their skirts up around their waist and were rubbing their own cunts. I turned a little more and could see the one wearing crotchless panties another women on her knees working at her pussy. I lowered my legs from Leslie's shoulder's and she went at me in earnest, she moved around so I could reach her bush. As I stared to finger her she could feel me nearing for.