She said this Saturday we are going to meet again and i asked place she said we will meet in my home and said this Friday night my hubby is going to u... on business trip for 15 days and u come on Saturday morning and said address for me in the mean i got near to my place i said drop here i will go on walk from here she dropped me there and gave me the clothes purchased for her husband then i asked u said these are for my hubby she replied yes you are my and stopped there and asked me to wear. I was most disappointed when I walked into the store, to see that Becki wasn't in her usual spot behind the counter, instead it was Benji. "Hey josh!" Benji spoke as he finished counting some change."Oh hey, eh Benji!" I said, still a little confused. "Where's Becki?" Did she not tell you" he said without looking up "she's away across state for the week visiting her cousin or some shit like that." He tilled away the change. Looking at me now "why you miss her" with a pretend baby voice."No!. At the time we met it had been two years since I last got laid. Though we hit it off I didn’t ask her out and it wasn’t long before another guy at work (Derek) started bragging around the office how he was fucking her. I was so jealous, but I loved hearing him tell about how he fucked her and I thought of her every time I masturbated. One day I got the nerve to ask her out. I told her I understood if she said no because she was being with Derek. She was surprised I know about them and she asked. I had always found the paddle to be particularly painful, as instead of inflicting straight pain, it would administer a strong stinging sensation that lasted on and on. He again rubbed my cheeks, as if wanting to prepare them. Wham! Down came the paddle again. “Fuck,” I screamed. Wham! Now my behind was properly boiling. Wham! I winced again. He leaned over my back. “You like the paddle, don’t you, cheeky," he hummed into my ear while crushing my body as hard as he could. “I can feel your.