’ Stephanie turned around with fear in her heart. ‘Is someone in here?’ she yelled. No one responded. With hesitation, she started walking up t...e stairs again. ‘Please don’t forget the glass jar, Stephanie,’ the voice said. Stephanie’s heart started to beat against her chest like a musician beating on a set of drums. ‘Who’s there? This isn’t funny.’ Stephanie held the banister tight. She was afraid to let go. She feared falling backwards and killing herself, because she finally recognized. After two hours my conscience began to calm, my thoughts reverted to years past and I started to get pissed that Marla had deleted my stories. She didn’t have to do that, they were my private thoughts and it was a lot of work to put them in print, to give my thoughts coherency. I was entitled to think any fucking thing I wanted, about life, sex and her. Other than to write down my teen aged daydreams I hadn’t thought about screwing her since high school. If she was offended by them, tough!Marla. I cracked out my GF's knickers (I didn't have any porn back then) and took a deep sniff. I started to stroke my thick 6" cock and it quickly got hard. I stroked the uncut shaft up and down slowly to begin with, but my strokes quickened. I must have gotten louder as I heard Jack shift. I looked down at him to make sure I had not woke him up. This is when I got my first glance at his impressive cock.I didn't know what Jack was dreaming about but his cock was standing to attention. It was poking. ? It was in that desperatevein I ever even attempted the adult discipline and I am so devastated youread.?? It was in attempt to SAVE mycareer and curb the emotional outburst the spanking was to take place.? It was not sexual, however it is true if Ihad followed through I did not want my girlfriend to know.Under the rues of protecting histeaching position, ?J? sent back a terse judgmental email to him.? She says? I'm a little uncomfortable with its contents?.? ?This email makes me feel.