But then I felt his hands were back; but now they grazed my sides and were slowly caressing my lower belly…They kept moving, wandering all over my b...ck and upper body.I gasped. He was now firmly gripping the sides of my round boobs.He held my tits in his hands and felt my nipples getting hard…My body tingled in a strange electrical sensation.His fingertips kept feeling my hardened nipples. I reacted by moving away from him. I tried to take a step forward; bu, as soon as he noticed it, he pulled. He’s just staring, staring at your mouth, occasionally your cleavage and then down to your hands which you realise, with some embarrassment, haven’t left his cock yet. Suddenly, in your head and in your pussy all thoughts of professionalism are gone and all you can see and think of is that beautiful member currently pulsing and glistening in your grip. Oh god it looks good there. Not huge but very stiff, very wide and long enough to hit the back of your throat you just know. “uumm miss Lewis,. What they will want is for you to look like a proper English lady. Try this instead."Ken took the hanger from Sandra and went to try it on. Sandra had picked out a light brown suit, narrow-cut, classic, and hemmed just to the knee with a soft light-weight wool fabric, and a fashionably long suit jacket.When Ken stepped out of the changing room Sandra whistled. "See? It's perfect! You are the very picture of a modest, but capable, young women. That's what they'll be looking for."Ken looked at. " I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them over each foot. "Place yourself over my knee." I took my position in his lap. I rested my hands and feet on the floor. "Look at the clock," he instructed. I looked at the grandfather clock he had brought in at some expense. I suspected it was his father's. He rested his hand on my panties. I loved the feeling of his warm, firm hand. I stifled a moan. "You will receive five minutes of hard, painful, smacking on your bare bottom. If you cannot keep still I.