His hair slick, greased, flat against his scalp almost as though it was painted on. A thin moustache stretched across his upper lip."Eduardo," the man...said extending a hand. "Mr Clegg?"Clegg shook it. "Freddie. Call me Freddie. Would you like a drink?" he said, waving to the girl behind the bar."I'll take a vinhos verdes," Eduardo responded as she arrived at the table. "What are you looking for in Lisbon?" A woman," Clegg answered.Eduardo peered around the room A good half of the couples there. She gets up from the messy bed and glances at theclock. Just enough time to get cleaned up. She showers quickly. Onceclean and dry, she wipes the steam off the mirror and inspects herself.A gorgeous blond with big tits and pretty blue eyes stares back. She hasa narrow waist and killer legs, not a hint of the brilliant DoctorHillerman. She wiggles back into the skin-tight dress, then pulls on afresh set of hose from her purse. Stepping into her heels, she gives hermakeup one last check, and. A thin strand of semen strung out between the glans and her lips. Damn, that was hot. She swallowed effortlessly, worked her tongue around in her mouth, and swallowed again. Then she sat back on her heels and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.“Ahh, that was nice. How do you feel?” There was genuine concern in her voice and on her face.“Better. Much better,” I replied.She leaned over and kissed my now deflated cock. “I’m sorry I was such a bitch before. You’re right, you were. "And this better not take till midnight." It was as if she were readinghis mind. Glancing over at the bedside clock, it read 6:30. "You've gotfifteen minutes. If you don't make it happen by then you are getting aspanking. And then you'll get another fifteen minutes. I think you getthe idea."Tom did. There was no way around it. He was going to be spanked again.His wife was teaching him that her orgasms ought to be very importantto him. If he didn't work hard to pleasure her he was going to.