"I knew it wasn't constipation - that boy could crap for England, believe me! I'm the one who suffers with constipation." "Yes, quite so," said the d...ctor. “Could I have a quick word with you in private, Mrs Jackson?” They went out onto the landing and in discreetly hushed tones, the doctor explained that all Jason needed was some physical stimulation. This revelation produced a look of realisation in Mrs Jackson’s countenance that would have matched a tropical sunrise. "Oh, I see...You. "Did your husband fuck your cunt this morning?"She cringed at the "c" word; she had always hated it. "Yes." Did you wash after?" No." Why not?"Desi didn't want to reveal her fetishes to this man, but she had no choice. "I like to keep his cum inside me." Look at me while I play with your cunt, This is turning you on, isn't it?" No!" Desi lied to Juan. She tried to maintain eye contact, but he looked like a deranged pervert. Never in a million years did she imagine this happening to her, right. Spanking had not featured at all in their relatively short time together, either now or fifteen years before and it had not featured in either of their lives away from each other but it was in both of their minds as they returned to their room via the lift.They had had a quick fuck on arrival in their room earlier in the evening and had both fully intended to do some serious lovemaking now that they were back in the room but thoughts of spanking had added another dimension."Are you serious. ‘No, I was just having a day in bed. On my own. Would you like to come in for a beer?’ ‘Can’t, I’m on duty.’ ‘A tea, then?’ She was desperate. This man (his nametag said ‘Drew’) was the love of her life. ‘Lemonade? Soda?’ ‘Well, that does sound good. I could do with a drink. Do you have any ginger ale?’ Jessica invited Drew in and set a can of ginger ale in front of him. ‘Is it a good job, delivering packages?’ Jess asked. Drew shrugged, taking a sip of his soda. ‘I don’t often get to talk with.