« So…you lez ? », Angie asked.I finished undoing the buttons of my blouse and threw it on the bed and unzipped my skirt which fell in a heap on th... floor. I kicked it away. I stood naked. « Ok… », whispered Angie, as she bent over, took the hem of her dress with both hands, and took it off over her head with one gracious movement. She handed it to Charlene. I stared at Angie’s curly pussy hair which the small triangle of her thong couldn’t cover completely. She took off the thong without. Then I felt that I should add spice to the conversations as the monotonous conversations were too predictable.“Are you still single?” Sheetal was asked. “What do you think?” she shot back. “Well, does it matter what and how I think?” I asked. “Of course, it does, I think. So, tell me, what do you think of me – single or taken?”“Ohhhhhh, Hmmmmm, I guess you’re still a virgin beauty, and yes, you are still single and yet to be taken. Am I wrong?” I asked. “Well, you are right, sir! But does it. “I cannot hear you Susie, please speak up, I want to hear you ask me for a spanking in a clear and precise manner”!Susie took another deep breath and, louder this time, said ‘Mrs Carpenter, I have been a very naughty girl. Please put me across your knees and give me a sound bare bottom spanking”.“Yes I will” said Mrs C, as she reached out for Susie slowly pulling her across her lap. She lifted Susie’s T shirt, even though it was only slightly covering her bottom and took in the view. Susie was. This was because she was the object of my current crush. It’s so easy to write for someone about whom you harbour deep longing. You write your fantasy image of her, dress her as you would want her to dress, give her words you want her to say. ‘Did I do OK?’ Emily is not the sort to show her need for reassurance and I was momentarily stunned. ‘No.’ ‘No?’ ‘No. OK is a long way short of what you did. You were, are brilliant. You were word perfect and you moved almost faultlessly. Once you’re.