I realized I needed to think of something else, so I started making small talk. Bad move.I said, "Janet, if you're spending the night, where's your b...g at?" She said she didn't have one. And I walked right into it and asked, " What about your pajamas?" She said, "I don't wear them. I sleep naked.". I must have looked rattled because she looked at me and smiled, saying, "Why, does it bother you that I sleep naked? You guys are naked around here all of the time." I stammered and. It’s really the closest thing to sex I’ve had.Lisa lies there still thinking. “So guys don’t have clit's, right? So how to guys do it?” she asks with an almost confused tone.“Well honey, you know that men have penises. Well typically those penises get hard when they are excited. Then they can wrap there hand around it and stroke it up and down…very much like it were to going in and out of a woman’s vagina.” He tries to explain.Lisa lies there trying to contemplate this. “It gets hard. Her petite, slim, coltish legs lightly rubbing together with nervous anticipation of the feel of that rod across her plump schoolgirl bottom cheeks. Becky opened her mouth, starting to question….to plead to be let off, but not a word started before I cut her off sharply…. “Be silent Becky” I ordered her in a calm voice, “the only sound we are going to hear this afternoon is the sound of this birchrod skinning your young bottom….” I smiled as I stroked the birch rod softy across her bottom. She got the hint and we both went into my cabin for a lengthy talk. Latika begged that I don’t tell it to management and that she would do what ever it takes to keep it out of debate. It was my office and a tempting offer like that was like a god sent gift at 3:30 am on a Sunday morning. I looked at her with a wicked smile and that’s all it took for her to unzip my jeans and blow me. Latika was not experienced in blowjobs but was doing a fine job; at least she knew what it meant. After a few.