Reclining of the plush sofa she began to read as she slowly sipped her sherry. She enjoyed the mental and sometimes physical stimulation that these no...els had provided her these past few years.As she continued to read and sip her sherry, she was warmed outwardly by the fire and started to feel the strange sensations stirring in her loins that had been dormant for a long time. The novel she read was trashy and she smiled as she put herself in the characters' roles.Without consciously thinking. There was also an air about Pippa that I couldn't quite make out. I knew she was now a Ph.D., and this would have changed her status at the charity, but it was something other than that.After 3 or 4 days at home with Pippa, with me still not able to do the business, I went up to Plaistow for the rest of the leave to see Miriam and my mother. This time when I knocked the door my mother opened it."You've made it back OK then," said my not very demonstrative mother. She was then almost bowled over. Honest, I would never lie about anything important to you.” “Well, you see my sweet, Missy your white lie is going to cost you your white bottom!” “Huh, what do you mean, Ed?” “I warned you Missy there would be consequences if you dared to lie to me! “I’m sorry sir.”I liked that she added sir to he sorry, it showed I was getting into her head.“You were a bad girl, you should have told me to get a firm. Hard spanking little lady!”Suddenly, before the reporterette knew what hit her she was yanked. I moaned and started to come almost immediately. I couldn’t remember being so hard while sketching before. With Annette and Morgan—even with Kendra—I got plenty hard as soon as I was done, but with Susan obviously lost in her fantasy and wanting me to touch her and get her into position, I’d gotten turned on. I wondered if this was a wet dream or wet reality.I didn’t have time to wonder for long. I lay back on the bed and welcomed Annette onto my cock as Morgan pressed her pussy into my mouth..