With a quick glance to the exit, I offered up the only plausible excuse within reach.“I um, I’m not sure what you mean,” I shrugged, “But if y...u’ll excuse me, sir, I was just on my way out for a smoke.”I took a half-step back, ready to make my escape, and half-hoping, really, with how fiery my face already felt, that the cold night air might be merciful, and just extinguish me where I stood. There’d be nothing left of me but a puff of Penny-colored smoke; a pile of Mondrian ash in the snow.But. "I'm Sue," I said."Fuck me" she gasped, "watching those studs has got me a little hot." Yeah," I agreed."Good job I've got my vibrating friend at home, waiting for me," she giggled. "If I had to depend on my husband, I would be up shit creek. Fancy a cup of tea?" Sure," I replied.For I had nothing else to do today and it was refreshing to hear her talk like this, not like in my house with my staid parents. To them, sex didn't exist and I sometimes wondered how I ever got conceived.Before too. Anslem heard Oliver begin to whimper and then cry out more vocally as the pain began to set in. Br.Anselm was aroused everytime Oliver struggled over his knee.The boy was moving more now,trying not to be spanked in the same place twice,his back arched,raising his bottom up,this excited Br.Anselm,he pressed his left hand into Oliver's bare back,pushing Oliver down again,he felt Oliver's erect cock push into his thigh."You naughty,naughty boy,this is what you deserve,this is indeed what you. He managed to escape from her vice grip and left her a note explaining how great last night was, but that he had to go. He remembered how scared he was of commitment and how much work he put into avoiding putting labels on whatever relationships he was involved in. He smiled to himself because the old him would’ve laughed at the new him, called him a bitch, and probably would’ve told him that exclusive relationships are stupid. He looked at Olivia, soundly sleeping in his arms, and he thought.