." Condoms, Azalea," said Mrs Jameson. "Not a condom - half a dozen. And what's more, Azalea, building maintenance said some of them were large ones."...zalea squirmed in the chair, coughing and spluttering as she tried to suppress a giggle. Why on earth was building maintenance, aka Doug Jones, comparing the sizes? Was he planning to re-use them? And if so, she wondered, would he be using the big ones or the regular size? She thought she knew the answer to that."Who do you think might have been. Again, even in view of all I now knew, it still pleased me to give her the pleasure I was giving her. Pleasure that her studs couldn't. I consumed a good bit of her slimy gluey viscous fuck goo, while she got off twice. She then wanted me to change positions. Laying face up on the bed, she straddled my face with her delectable but nasty snatch. Before she sealed off the light by plopping her crotch over my face, I saw the most delightful and dreamy smile on her face.Knowing I was pleasing. And, oh yes, 'needed conveniences' and 'necessary entertainment' that is paraded, tantalizingly, before your wallets!"... He stopped, balanced on his toes, glaring up at us all!"Your very dreams, hopes and desires are being manipulated! 'You 'need' to look, drive, eat, smell... This Way... , to be 'popular', 'successful', 'complete'!"... "In the name of profit you are told what to think... how to feel... Your choices are made for you! Your values are dictated! Last year's car is suddenly. It went on and on. When it was over, she laid there, on his lap, crying. “Raleigh, would you get Miss Johnson another sheet of paper? She needs to do the first one over.” * Her second paddling was as long and hard as the first. The only difference was that her ass was already red and sore, so the second felt even worse. She started crying sooner. Then she was crawling back to the living room, knowing she had a least two more pages to write, and two more spankings to go. Her knees were tender.