'Just look at me now.."About to carry on to explain about how she had started a P.R, company, nowgrown to employing many people, ok, 6, successful, en...oying the fruits ofher labours. But that wasn't going to happen. The " Just look at me now "had invited the entire male testosterone field male population of thesixth form to do just that accompanied by various ribald comments I won'trepeat on here. Her embarrassment was complete so after cutting short herspeech, wishing she handy actually worn. I was pleasantly surprised to come home from work one day, and find this message in my email.I've been thinking about what you wrote in your listing. I'm pretty sure we would be compatible in the bedroom. I would like to meet you and see if we have other mutual interests. My phone number is 555-8503.WhitneyI called Whitney, and we talked on the phone for about an hour. Her voice was pleasant, and the call consisted mostly of her asking me questions about my life, my experiences, and to fill in. Legs spread, wanton. As I brought the glass into me, my eyes closed bringing the image of Red fucking herself sharper into focus. Both hands on the body of the bottle, I began fucking myself. Maybe it was the drink or my horniness, but nothing ever felt so good. My cunt lips stretched around the bottle neck as it set my lust free. I could hear it sloshing in and out. I could smell it and that only made me hotter. I jammed it in deeper and I only wanted more. More and more and more. I bit my. Please ... punish me for my bad behavior.”As perfectly presented as those buttocks were, I had no intention of beating the poor girl. Someone had truly warped Glenda’s concept of her individuality. So, instead of hitting her lovely bottom, I gently ran my fingers over the cool, soft, skin. Glenda squirmed and sighed as my fingers played across her sensitive cheeks. When I slid further down and merely brushed across her star, she came.I kept petting Glenda’s body, drawing ever nearer to her.