At that moment, dirty thoughts began to play in my head. My sexual urges were going mad. I wanted this girl so badly." ... You really haven't had your...ass licked?" No, I haven't."Denise re-positioned herself so that she was on her knees beside me. She then gripped onto the waistband of my pyjama bottoms. I flinched in shock when I felt her hands on my ass."Denise!" I gasped, quickly rushing my hands down to her wrists to stop her."What? Seriously, Denise. You need to feel this. It's amazing!". He recognized a few of them and even gave them a little wave as they went by, but he soon realized that it wasn’t just the Blitz staff that was coming in but the editors for all the magazines that the office housed. There were several different magazines that worked out of the large office, all owned by the same company. James Shepard was the editor-in-chief for all of them. The modern age had seen the death of so many traditional forms of print media that publishers who hadn’t been devoured. Maybe a little afternoon delight with his wife, Martha. It had been quite a while.He entered his house, and was relieved by the rush of warm air that welcomed him. He flopped on the sofa and kicked off his shoes, smiling with that nice "ahhh" feeling that one can only get after a long day at work. Just then, however, he noticed the absence of his wife. Where could she be? "Martha?" he called. No response. Hoping nothing was wrong, he went to look for her.He slowly walked to the bedroom. The. The girls were dismissed and I was kept behind.This was due to the mater of the mess I had made on her skirt.She took the cane back to the cupboard only to take out a slightly thicker one.‘You have two options 6 months detention or the cane on your bottom and a treat’I was between a rock and a hard place but before I had a chance to answer..‘Bend over the desk, hold the sides, nipples just touching the top and legs apart’So there I was at her mercy. She rubbed the cane over my bottom and gave a.