At the end of their email, they wrote, "from a not so important reader of your story, but a huge fan of your writing, Samara." I want to say, Samara, ...ou're very important. Every single one of you reading this is incredibly important. If it weren't for people like yourselves, I wouldn't exist as a writer. The process of me writing is not a selfless one, and I don't have to tell you all that I'm not exactly a humble person, for which I apologize. You all are quick to see that I'm giving you all. We made him a coffee and we sat at the kitchen table. He told me that the company was going through a tough time and that he needed to cut back on staff. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach, after all we were about to get married! But he made me an offer of £35,000 redundancy. Jenna and I asked to be excused for a moment and we went into the lounge. I thought it was a good offer, and I knew I could set up in business myself for only a third of that amount. I discussed with Jenna that working. I was awash with every possible emotion as the spanking and pain continued, from ecstasy, fear and arousal to oh my gawd I think I am going to cum. I had been so horny that my pussy took over all my reasoning as I grunted and moaned and tried to hump his leg. James could see that the spanking was having the effect he had anticipated but wasn't quite finished with this filly yet. He stopped and caressed my bottom for some time before lifting me off his lap and leading me over to a low hanging. What made you think that I was in Mr Patel’s bedroom, you foul boy?!Myself: Where were you then? You went inside Mr Patel’s house and were not to be seen in his living room, lobby or the kitchen. You could only have seen me peeping inside the house if you were in his bedroom upstairs.Sejal: My dear son, you are fooling around with your mother, aren’t you? You wouldn’t tell your father about my affair, I mean, my neighbourly interactions with Mr Patel. What’s there to tell? We just sit and.