I just laid back in my chair and lost myself in the present pleasure I was giving myself. I kept my eyes glued to myself on the TV and I kept watching...the different men take me from one hard orgasm to another.I wanted to time my climax with one that I was going to have on the screen. I did and all I could think about was that black guy's big fat long cock fucking me. I rocked in my chair and just as I finished the phone rang. It startled me and I quickly jumped up to get it. As I picked it up I. I spent ages fingering my hard cock browsing through those catalogues. I especially liked the black lingerie. It looked good against women’s pale flesh.So that never to be forgotten night I was naked on my bed kneeling wide legged with my cock hard up erect. In that position I liked the heavy feel of my cock as it swung stiffly sticking out in front of me, well placed to finger my shaft and balls and stroke my handkerchief or briefs over them and between my legs. Its still my favourite wanking. Again another swat to his ass. Even though it was covered he could feel the flesh hurt.“What is rule #2?”“I’m a good girl, and do as I’m told”“Good, now we are getting a drink, or are we going to have to do this the hard way?”With that she left the bathroom and headed toward the door…As they walked out the door he prayed that none of his neighbors were outside. He was sure they wouldn't recognize him from a distance but what if they approached them to chat. Luckily the block was empty and he. ”“What were the tapes like?”“Far too delicate for your little ears my sweet.”E giggled.“Who is this Lainey anyway.”“Some silly little strumpet who likes having her bottom smacked, amongst many other naughty things.”“Is she a lover of Celia’s?”“It would appear so from the tapes.”“And did you listen to all the tapes?”“No, they only played extracts that they thought would be suitable for broadcasting on television. Even then they were close to the knuckle.”“Do you think they will ever find out who.