It's almost a relief to feel the blows now landing upon my upper thighs and not my blazing bottom. SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! another dozen blows acro...s the back of my thighs. Finally a pause........but only briefly as now the leather strap is directed at my belly, my rib cage and my naked breasts........SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! the blows continue until the familiar red stripping begins to decorate my chest. My nipples are hard and my eyes filled with tears..........and still my pussy quivers. As I approached his bedroom door, I noticed it was slightly ajar. Light spilled from the gap, leaving an ominous slice of light against the wall.Walk in, put the refreshments down and leave. Simple.But my heart was beating hard against my ribcage. I heard laughter and giggles and I could tell at once that they were enjoying each others company.I couldn’t push the door open and see for myself.I retreated.* * *The sun was setting by the time Jenna left. She was so perfect and polite and petite.. They became the focal point of room."I'm gonna sue you for sexual harassment if you don't get down here and fuck me. Goddamn model has gotta make everything a show." You can't sue me; I already own you. Your soul is mine!" That's my ass you own 'cause I work for you. My soul is still a virgin."That cracked the whole room up."Turn the wench over, up on her knees."Kneeling behind her, Donna sank the nice big latex toy deep into her lawyer, much to the delight of her and everyone else in the. Hanson adopted a distinctly conservative view, bemoaning the loss of moral fiber in America in general and using the story of a local situation she called "The Cheerleader and the Professor" as an example. Her editor had refused to let her name names, primarily because the attorneys for the paper - which the publisher did contact before giving Hanson the OK - recommended against it. A professor getting a cheerleader pregnant was not, after all, illegal.And that was Della's whole point. It.