“You’d better hurry, or we won’t finish this.”That seemed to bring him to his senses. He blinked, and returned his eyes to its usual scholarly...expression. His lean frame acquired a more relaxed stance. The engrossed botanist slotted back in place. He resumed the seat across from her, and they worked the rest of the morning without further incidents.“I need to know the size,” she asked. Bent over open books and scattered sheets on the solid surface, they did not realize it was almost time for. “Grown women who act like teenage brats get spanked.” “Now, get back over my knee and prepare to get a sound blistering!”He hauled her face down again, lifting the hairbrush even as he noticed that there were indeed red spots on each cheek, clearly visible ovals between the panty lines glowing even through the thin material. “You’re going to remember this for a long time Miss Gwyn!”It was with that statement her like-minded, boss that Gwyn came to realize there was a price to be paid for the. So she spread her legs and I took my hard cock and inserted it into her and starting off slowly, increased the pace. She had closed her eyes and was moaning loud. She was rubbing her clit as I was penetrating her and I was also playing with her beautiful boobs. After ten minutes of continuous intense sex, she asked me for anal and I happily agreed. She was really tough to get into, but anal sex with her is the best ever I’ve had till date. I was fucking her brutally and she couldn’t stop. "It runs in the family. My whole family's crazy. Plus we had a killer party last night. I wanted to try something different. What a wild night that was. My boyfriend, the ASS, staged a wild ride. He invited strippers, hookers, body painters, art scene scumbags and even fucking HELL'S ANGLES, jesus! He didn't say a thing about what all he had planned, it just happened." Really?" I said, pooring a glass of orange juice for myself. This might be an interesting story, I thought. "So what happened.