She is resting. Alright, on the bench! Mei, give her a hand."I wasn’t too sure how to describe Nyssa’s personality. One second, she was terrifying... and the other, she was super friendly. I could only interpret her attitude as “We are here to have fun but don’t fuck with me.”Mei helped me climb on the spanking bench. It was not as easy as I thought it would be, but quicker than I realized it, I was resting flat on my belly on top of it. Now that I was in this position, I understood why they. I could feel it covering my thighs as I slowly, silently let my legs move together. I clenched the muscles of my pussy for a moment and then relaxed as Lexxii and I talked about my flight and the funny story of the taxi driver trying to see more than his mirrow would allow. When I stood after 10 minutes of chatter, Lexxii reached out for me, her hand closed around my wrist. I turned to look at the desk and set my nearly empty water bottle down. I reached for hers. Soon it was sitting on the. Italian kids from my neighborhood were all Catholics. We went to the same parochial grade schools; had our first communion the same Sunday in May; and if you still lived in the neighborhood, got confirmed together; got married in the parish church; baptized your babies; and your funeral service all happened in the same neighborhood.Hot tempers and unblushing passion are alright in Italian parents, but apparently not in first born Italian daughters. I made it through the fifth grade as home and. And being the avid occupant of the gym that I was, let’s just say I’ve had share of women. I had mastered what many my say is the art of talking to and understanding women. All of my friends envied me because the wish they could talk to half as many women as I had. They’d come to me for all kinds of advice, especially Ron; for he always carried a notepad and pen just in case he had to jot down any tips or points I may give. Weird, I know right but I guess when your desperate your desperate. But.