Sweety: you seem to be struggling sitting in the front, why don’t you sit back?Me: in my mind “that’s what I was waiting for” ….. Yea sure I...can sit back if you don’t mindSweety: no not at all you can have a sit next to me.I went back and sat and just greeted the babe hi.Sweety: hi, I saw you were not comfortable there so called you back.Me: thanks yar, well am rocky working in so-so company.Sweety: me sweety just quit my job, now just having fun.We had a nice talk for some 15 min don’t want to. She had often fantasised about being spanked again, but her memory was of something more erotic than the shooting stabbing-like pain of each spank with the paddle. She knew she was crying freely and that tears dribbled down her face, and she was suddenly all too aware of what that would do to her make-up. Still, that would be manageable whilst the non-stop constantly throbbing pain was no longer containable and so all she could do was cry uncontrollably, tense her legs, shake her head and hiss. I'll be home about 3 be ready.I got wet simply from reading her instructions and hurried to the bathroom to get on with it. I brought a razor, shaving cream and warm water and sat on the closed lid of the toilet. I spread my legs widely and applied the shaving cream, then I held the razor and with a few strokes I cleaned my outer lips. Then I held my inner lips for some close shaving, I could feel the rush go through my body and could hardly wait to see what will happen, after flushing my front. Giacomo Baptista had, however, achieved it, constructing devices that could be worn for a long period of time while being secure and effective in use. I did not intend to explain to him my own theories, since my methods were firmly in contradiction of his views.As I turned to go he called after me. "The girls. Are they of some religious faith do you know? Have they been shown the way of belief? I would like to speak to them of this if I may." Please," I said, concerned that Baptista's.