Ich bin eine alte Pottsau. Mit Erschrecken stelle ich fest, dass Thorsten schon zu Hause ist. Er begrüßt mich an der Wohnungstür: „Hallo mein Sch...tz, ich hoffe, du hattest einen schönen Tag in der Sauna. Ich hab uns was gekocht.“ Schlagartig macht sich mein schlechtes Gewissen breit. Thorsten ahnt nichts von meinen Eskapaden. Als er abends Sex will, wehre ich ihn ab. Mirgräne. Ich schäme mich für meine billige Ausrede und dafür, dass ich meinem Freund, den ich über alles liebe, den Sex. ‘Why is it important that you should know? It’s with Samuel Smith’s, that’s why.’ Daniel’s eyes widened in astonishment. That was the last thing he was expecting, or wanted. The thought of Katherine working with Grace was an uncomfortable one. It seemed she read his thoughts and she laughed again. ‘Don’t worry, Daniel. I don’t expect to be bumping into Grace. My job is on the promotional side. I’ll be attending different sites around Vegas to promote the club. It will mainly be promotional. She felt heightened by this like never before as his fingers dug into her ass and pulled her firmly against him as they sought out more and more feverish wild kissing. Life was so good and it was good for the very first time in her life. Olivia felt as if she was in love with Lance. He still had his hands on her ass cheeks and she wished she could give him her enlightened soul as well. Her passion was spewing out all over as their lips madly raced all over the place and as his hands squeezed. “How does your bottom feel now Michelle?” I asked “It’s throbbing Sir, really throbbing,” her voice sounding strained but showing no sign of protest. I pondered for a moment before requesting her to bend over once more. “I’m going to give you three more strokes Michelle, two for using bad language and one for rubbing your bottom without permission.” I awaited her response, had she refused or displayed any concern I would not have pursued these extra strokes but as I watched her peel down her.