I d-didn't tell you because.. I..well I don't know why". "Well son, come here" she said, almost smiling, gesturing me to come closer. When I was right...next to her, she lifted my shirt up "well.. look what we have here. My own son is wearing my thong." She yanked my pants down, leaving me in only my thong. "Bend over my lap!" She yelled. SMACK! I felt her hand slap my ass. It must have left a red mark. SMACK! SMACK! She hit me several more times. "You're a naughty boy. You need to be taught a. I want to walk up behind you and gently turn your chair away from the computer as I place your coffee on the desk corner. I want to look in your eyes and see the emotions fly across them – from annoyance, to inquiry, to the anticipation that lights up your face as you see the glint of mischief in mine. I want to kneel on the floor between your denim clad legs and place my hands on your knees. I want to slowly trace a path up your legs, inside your thighs until the palms of my hands graze over. “That was kind of you to take it off right there,” Ryan said with a slight laugh.“I guess it was, here you go,” she said tossing it to him.So far so good, lets try it a little more. His spirit reached out again, now it started to wrap around Michelle's soul. He walked into the bedroom where she was changing. “Michelle, drop the bra and put on the pink tank top.”“What, I am not going to do that; it would be slutty. I am going out with Tina tonight.” She said as her bra hit the floor; revealing. ”When I started soaping my chest, she said with exasperation, “Lave-moi, idiot,” and pulled my hands to her breasts.Shocked, I soaped her full boobs, feeling their firmness, lifting them, my eyes glued.Charlotte shut her eyes and took a breath as I massaged her. When she opened her eyes, she stared at my pale hands contrasting against her dark skin.“Nous sommes si différents.”“Different?” I said. “Sure. You’re from Switzerland, I’m from here.”She cocked her head and laughed. “Ouah! Plus chiant.