” “Good girl. But there are so many possibilities. Have you take the trash out naked. Have you show your ass to one of your friends. Have you kiss...my feet in the student square on Monday.” The trash one scared me—it was three flights down the stairs, then fifty feet out the back door. The other two didn’t seem as bad. “But we’ll save those. I think for this one, you just have to take another spanking in the morning. My hand, and the wooden spoon. Neither would hurt much, if your ass wasn’t. Laura even speculated that once the men saw her, she was likely to be engaged in sex before dinner was over.“Sarah,” Dr. Henry said in a serious tone, “I need to tell you there has been one fairly important change you need to be aware of.”Sarah immediately focused her attention on Dr. Henry. “Remember I told you I had scheduled two procedures this evening, you and another patient? Sarah nodded. “The other patient, who is African-American, is ill and had to cancel, but the male donors I had. After all, these days, lots of people lived together, sometimes for years and years, without benefit of marriage, raising kids and otherwise living a normal family life. But was it fair to the boys to contemplate that kind of an arrangement? Was it an example he wanted to set for them? He didn't think it was, and his gut reaction had been, so far, to not let the boys know the extent of his relationship with Shae. To them she was still "Aunt Shae", a good friend who verged on being a surrogate. Your silent orgasm was strong because your breathing gets short and fast. I take my hand away and wipe off on the napkin I had sitting on my lap. You look at me, shocked at what just happened but also in love with the feeling it gave you. After you’ve settled down a bit you go to grab another piece of food, but I stop your hands from reaching above the table. I grab the hand closest to me and slide it up my own thigh. I push my skirt back a little and you feel my cotton panties. You shiver.