"Oh fuck, I love having a little k** sucking me!" I said.I let him suck me for a while, but since he could only get the head in, Idecided to I was gon...a spray my cum on his piss soaked boy chest. I pulledoff his shirt and shorts exposing his little boy boner, about average sizefor a boy his age, 2 maybe thee inches, not a stitch of hair anywhere onhis body.I had him lay down and began to stroke while looking down at his perfectnaked body. He was so amazing lite up in the sunlight. Normally that. That is my mind was at rest until we got home and it was time to pay the baby sitter. Mia had rushed into the house because she had to use the bathroom and she put her purse on the little table just inside the door as she rushed for the toilet. I hung up my coat in the hall closet and went to pay Stella for watching the kids. Then I remembered that my wallet was in my jacket and I went back to get it. When I opened the closet door it bumped the table in the hall and Mia's purse fell on the. After all, what is it they say…’if you can’t do the time, don’t do the crime’ !Stockings, undoubtedly. Not tights. The book on the suspenders versus hold ups was amassing a tidy sum. The lads and, it is rumoured, at least one lass, on the 2nd floor offices each adding 50p a week to the beer kitty just for the pleasure of a few moments drooling, sorry careful studying of the boss’s thighs as she strutted through the open plan offices. The big money on hold ups, though there are those convinced. Not even the back of my legs escapes herattention.And then she stops. I hear her pick something up. Then I feel her rubbingcold wood on my bottom and I know she is moving quickly to one of thepaddles. And, to my despair and fear, I can tell from the feel of it thatit is one of the paddles I hate. Large, round, and thick, it deliverstremendous force. The fear. Oh god, the fear. In my head I am alreadytrying to bargain and beg. But I know better than to speak the words thatare going through my.