While there I’d found her user underclothes which I held up to my nose and began to jerk off. That was the position she found me in when she walked ...n. Instead of admonishing me, she asked me to finish jerking off while she watched.The next day, I got a call from her husband who was in Dubai and he sent me a video clip of me entering her bathroom and beginning to jerk off while smelling her clothes. Then he called me back.“Interesting, huh?”“Chetta, I….”“If you know what it good for you, you. • I wish to have my stories increase Thought, not appeal to emotions or a certain demographic of people or perspectives and conepts as I feel that would only limit the amount of detail I could honestly go into.• And finally, I want this to feel real. I don't know if this will achieve that or if such is possible to achieve, nor do I think it will be good, most definitely not by the standards of good accepted by traditional writing, which I can accept.What to look forward to:• Not knowing who. I could feel your breath against my thigh and could see your face inches from my nineteen-year-old cock where it had sprung slightly forward and up against my belly button. The end was an angry red, which happens when I am very turned on.After a moment, you stood up and saying nothing, just pushed me backwards onto the bed.I lay watching mesmerised as you unpinned your hair, letting the rich brown locks cascade over your shoulders. You popped button after button open on your shirt, each opening. “What do I have to do?” I asked him. “Now that’s the right attitude!” He said. “First thing I need you to do is strip.” When I hesitated, he leaned forward and glared at me menacingly. “When was the last time you were spanked with a wooden spoon, Krystenah?” I quickly undid the button and zip on my skirt and shimmied out of it, remembering a harsh spanking my mother had given me once. I let the skirt pool around my ankles and removed my blouse and bra. I let those drop, too, and stood naked in.