He stood up, his lips peeling away from hers. She looked at him, slightly shocked, her green eyes undressing him. She wanted it, she knew it now, and ...ith that she began to undress him. Off came his shirt, exposing his muscles and abs, and she couldn't help but slide her cold fingers down his chest, over his pants before unbuttoning them. He groaned as her fingers brushed against his cock, and he felt himself get more erected by the second. He was experienced, but she drove him equally as. He tapped his glass against hers and offered a toast. “To a very special evening,” Kris toasted with his quite strong accent. They both took a large sip, his eyes never leaving Beth’s eyes. “So, where are you from?” Beth said, trying to make polite conversation . “I’m from Sweden,” Kris informed her. “I’m here on vacation like you” he said, standing behind her and placing his arms around her waist, feeling her slender tummy. Beth wanted him to stop but his hands were powerful yet comfortable. I could understand why. The whole situation was a disaster from a business point of view, but still, it was my job to find a happy medium, so that both sides could walk away, feeling like they got what they want.That's almost impossible in situations where one or both sides were more interested in hurting the other side than resolve the situation, or, worse still, when it was the act of resolution itself that would actually be the hurting part. No one walks away from that situation feeling. She just stared at the wall thinking about 24 cold strokes of the bath brush. Even at 38 years old she didn’t dare tell these kids to be quiet. “So Mum, are you really going to give this old bird a spanking?” Carl asked. That hurt Nina. Old bird. 38 years old and called an old bird. There were several sniggers when Sandra explained that yes she was going to spank the “chick” whose name is Nina, works with Lucy at the office, is her boss in fact, is staying over for a few days, and has earned.