Sonja was in a better state of mind that evening also. She was somewhat subdued in her demeanor, but at least she was not acting as if she was about t... jump out of her skin. When she asked if she could lay with me, I scooted to the edge of the bed and she carefully crawled in beside me. A few minutes later, Coleen and Helena departed, and Sarah went to bed. Sonja was pressed up tightly to my side. I knew she had something on her mind, so I waited patiently for her to spit it out. After ten. He approached me about it one night not long after I was fully moved into his house and sharing his life with increasing confidence and comfort. He asked me if I had thought any more about Harley and me, about having Harley become more of a lover than licking me to orgasm. I was honest with him, as was our agreement, that the idea was on my mind during the days, especially when I encountered him in the backyard or while on walks. Harley only had that one day’s encounter with me and then us, it. Fagen chuckled a little under his breath at her little aside, but then steering her back to the topic at hand asked, "What else, there must be more than just height and hair that gets you going, what about build!?!" "Well uh, I guess I like my men to be on the muscular side," she replied, "but not like a body builder but more like a swimmer's body, you know, long and lean!!!" "What about body hair," he asked!?! "Love it," she replied giggling, "up to a point, but not like a gorilla!!!" "And. He then stood me up, fixed my skirt and panties, and then ordered me to stand in from of the desk, exactly where I was when I was about to start my punishment. "Are you right-handed or left handed?" he questioned."Right, sir," I replied."Hold out your right hand, palm outstretched, holding your wrist firmly with your left hand," he ordered, with me quickly obeying. He produced the wooden ruler out of his desk drawer, slowly walking around the desk, stopping right in front of me. He wasted no.