The message is clear: your appetite needs satisfying tonight.My mind is whirling. I have not recovered from the shock of your arrival. I cannot think ...traight. Everything feels like a dream and I start to doubt whether I am actually awake.But when I look up into your eyes, I know that this is real.I see lust.I see desire.But I can also see deep, dark, primal urges rising to the surface.And I like it.I like it a lot.Grabbing a bunch of my hair with one of your hands, and then one of my shoulders. He picked up the paddle and placed his hand on the small of my back as he paddled my bare behind in front of everyone. He gave me about ten strokes at a time. It was both humiliating and exciting. I felt my sexual arousing growing with each stroke of the paddle He paused, then resumed with another ten strokes. I was facing the window and the shades were slightly open. I could see my classmates at the bus stop, other’s were just walking home. Oh shit, if I could see them, they could see me! I. He found himself wondering what to do. He'd said that he wouldn't be home after work and while he regretted saying it, and wished to hell he hadn't, he was not going to go home until late. He had no intention of finding another woman. He loved Julie too much to do that to her, but he had to make her think he was serious. Maybe, just maybe, it would shake her out of her funk."God knows we can't go on this way" he thought.At the elevator he ran into Tom Combs from accounting. "Charlie! How's the. Dimly, I could hear the electronic countermeasures lighting up. The dull thuds of explosions and the muted rattling of machine guns filtered through the concrete walls as distant, but distinct sounds. My gardener was going to throw a fit if I ever got him back on the grounds. I couldn't begin to imagine what the Homeowners association was going to say about this. I had checked though, there was nothing in my CC&Rs about defending oneself against assassination attempts! One by one the sensors.