You can understand that can’t you? Not waiting for an answer I went on. I know you have a early morning but I’d consider it a personal favor if yo... allowed us to get off. Unless you’re offended by it, are you? (No) so you’re good with it. (Yes) I’m not sure Jim, this is a rather big dildo so I might get rather loud. That won’t bother you? (No, not at all) oh, not at all. Jim, can you tell me something. Are you hard? Ahh, yeah l am. Then why don’t you put the phone on speaker so we can all have. Your hands roam tenderly over my exposed bum and I wiggle again, causing you to slap first one cheek and then the other. I jump at the slaps, feeling the warmth spread through the cheeks and I eagerly wait for more. You don't slap me with your hands though, instead I feel the sting of the belt, one on each cheek followed by your tender caress. I shiver at your touch, but then you push my legs apart as far as the panties around my knees will allow. Your fingers move between my red cheeks and. I am remembering—and I don’t want to remember. ***** ‘Do you love me?’ I asked him. When he kissed me, I could taste my tear as it slipped between our lips. His mouth pressed harder in answer, and I ran my hands along his back, letting the feeling fill me. His hands were urgent, and he said my name against my mouth, my cheek, my neck, whispering it over and over, lower and lower, down the V of my blouse. He fumbled with the buttons and stopped when it was undone, looking at my bra, rising and. One evening, a married man, Basil Ashcroft, caught me alone. He kissed me and fondled my breasts. He wanted to go further but I didn't like him that much. Later, a fellow my age made a play for me and I went along with it. I had sex with him and even spent the night under a blanket with him. I was caught by George and he washed his hands of me. He was more upset because I had lied and continued to lie about my experience. I don't blame him. I was dishonest."When the Duck left to explore.