. But it was never about what I want to do, always about what he wants me to do.”“What did you want to do?” Checks Kimberly.“Media...” Answe...s Mithali.“Ohh, you want my job!” Jokes Kimberly.“Noooo,” laughs our guest, “I want his job...” She points past the camera to one of our producers.“I’m sorry, I interrupted you ... You were saying that your father wants you to build the family business...”Mithali settles back into her story. “Yeah ... Right ... He wants me to take his 3 shops and turn it. ...yessss....don't stop....I gush for you as wave after orgasmic wave crashes over me, again and again. When I'm sated, you pull out and step away from me, your hardness glistening with juices from inside me. I know what you want. I want it too. Without a word I move from the chaise to my knees and take your cock into my eager mouth. I can taste myself on you, so sweet...I suck you deeper, gagging myself as your dick rubs the back of my throat....I can hear you moaning for me, see the pleasure. Inside was the formal paperwork stating the offer and the job responsibilities and clearly defining the realty coordination, etc., etc., etc. So when we both got home Monday night we went over the package, Tim signed and dated it and call Mr. R as instructed. He instructed us to send it by local mail to the local company and we were now done and legal. He formally welcomed Tim and established the date when he would come and introduce Tim to the company management and have various meetings to go. Clark said. “And for that, I will give you six strokes of the cane. Please count them out loud for me.” “Yes, sir.” “Alice, please stand in back of the desk, so I have plenty of room to swing the cane.” So Alice went behind the desk, and this way she could watch Sarah’s facial expressions while she was being caned. There was the whistle of the cane, then CRACK! “Ouch. One. Thank you, sir. Please give me another stroke, sir.” “See how nice Sarah asks for another stroke, Alice? I expect you to do.