"Why don't you wait here."Stu took a seat and looked around at the beauty salon he was in. He took a magazine off the table in front of him. It was ...Glamour' and he was about to put it back to look for a computer magazine instead when some of the photos caught his eye. 'Could I look like that?' he thought as he skimmed through the ads for cosmetics. He was busy reading a feature article on picking the right outfits to wear at the office when Barbara returned."Shelly, you remember Dawn.". I felt really happy looking at them. As I was going through my mails I came across a girl’s message. She had a stupid ID something like cute angel or something. When I checked the message it was only written “Hi sam! Its a customer demanding for a service. Please call or message me as soon as possible. My number is 9*********.”I read the message but didn’t made an attempt to call or message the person as I was not sure weather it was really a girl or not. I replied by saying that “I’am not. She reaches down to his arse, fondling him through his trousers, then pushing her hand down the back of his trousers, down his arse crack, massaging with her fingers, reaching around, daring to circle aroud his arse hole. Oh, and she needs his cock in her mouth again, so she moves her hand to the front of his trousers and undoes him again. She falls to her knees and takes him into her mouth once again, sucking hard, wet, desperately, he tastes soooooo good, thrusting away into her.'strip' he. Hence the name Spanksalot. Sheryl Im'd me one night and told me that she liked to bespanked. Suspicious as I am, I quickly arranged to call her, andto my surprise she was real. She was married at the time, althoughI could tell she was having problems. She told me that she wantedher husband to be more Dom but that he wasn't interested. The morewe talked, the more I found that she grew silent and breathlesswhen I told her of some of my experiences with dominating otherwives. She.