He said he knew Paris reasonably well. It was a good thing he was driving.The traffic was horrible, the drivers obnoxious, impatient and plain out ass...oles. If I had been driving I would have intentionally wrecked half of them just so I could mash their faces. I guess everybody in Paris drove with the same attitude.The realization hit me that it was time for a vacation. The stress of the last couple of months was getting to me; I needed a break - we needed a break. As soon as things settled. She freshened up and opened the door with a broad smile, I asked her if she need anything and her answer was anything that can make her feel warm. My heart jumped out of joy and said something warm can me only me and she is like I am OK and gave me a tight hug to which I was shocked for a moment and then got in to my senses and held her tight on to the wall and kissed her on the neck to which she responded with a deep breath and soft moan aww … Just when we heard the sound of lift stopping by. I hated knowing that I had one coming and I hated actually getting the spanking. But after the spanking was over I felt so much better inside. I always felt a huge emotional release and a tremendous feeling of forgiveness and love from my father. I also know that this probably makes zero sense!” I told her that actually I felt her comment made a lot of sense. I told her that a couple of young women I had spanked in the past had told me that before. She looked up from her salad and looked. “Here’s what we’ll do. You find the guy you want to fuck you then I’ll pick one for your next fuck.”“You want to pick out a guy to fuck me?”“Yes, I do.”“You’re the best man a woman could ever want!” She hugged him tight to her breasts.“So do you have your stud picked out?”“Yes, I’ve had an eye on his the last while,” she admitted. She pointed out which one she wanted.“Good choice, nice size cock on him. When you go to him, if he’s married, ask his wife’s permission for him to fuck you. Almost.