I bet you just love all of this, don’t you?” “Yes,” he said. “I do. But I wasn’t lying about being busy at work. I was, and I truly couldn...��t get away. It sucked that I couldn’t meet you earlier, but we’re here now,” he said. I immediately felt bad for accusing Derek of stringing me along and keeping me on the hook. Was this my life now? Perpetually feeling bad at the men in my life? Throughout the lunch date, Derek kept making suggestions, telling me that his car was parked behind the cinema. She heard the man groan and turned her head. He was now smiling. Now two more slaps. She saw that each time she was spanked, the man was also.Now the doctor, “O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do.”The slaps stopped.“They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.” The next moment his soft damp lips roamed over her sore buttock. It was ecstasy. Now she could also see the mistress doing the same for the young man, her eyes looking towards where her skin was savouring the warm soft. Seeing that he is completely naked this morning. His hands caress your arms and he gently returns your kiss, wishing you a good morning and asking you how you feel? You respond that you’ve never felt better. As you sit and talk over your morning coffee your mind racing with lust to have him again. The talk is light and enjoyable, your mind replying the gentle and erotic love last night. Your mind having trouble concentrating on anything more than the warm erotic feeling growing within. "I know I am just a stranger, but I have watched you and wanted you." I tell him this as I kiss his fingers, sucking on each one slowly as he moans in pleasure. He kisses my neck and kisses me. Our tongues are dancing an ancient dance that has no name. I feel him grow hard against my belly as he kisses me. He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. The lights are dim and he lifts my heavenly garb off my head. I do not care if I am cast into Hell for this night of passion. He takes my breasts.