She knew it was silly and slutty to think that way - it wasn't the chair that had made her happy, it was just that she'd been on the aphrodisiac pills...every time she'd be in it - but still she associated it with immense levels of sexual pleasure. Laura made her way to the Mayim Clinic with her twat throbbing. She must have looked strange as she walked, surreptiously trying to rub her thighs together with each step to stimulate her cunt. She wanted so badly to just stop on the sidewalk as she. Most of them thought that they could work in the mansion for a while and accumulate a nice stash of money and then leave. What they didn't know was that nobody left except in the proverbial pine box.Any outside work, such as was done by that telephone answerer, were people hired from a local gang that did what it was told for the money and never asked questions. Very few of the people who were not bosses actually knew what they were doing. Oh, they knew that it was illegal, but that was about. Of course, she lectured and continued to hit again and again. I have no idea what she said, other than the usual crap about my being a slut. I screamed into my pillow, but some of that scream wasn't from the pain.My kink was born in that moment. I learned what sex really was all about - in addition to a powerful man sweeping me off my feet, laying me back and fucking me - it was about being spanked to an orgasm - and maybe even a powerful man bending me over, spanking me then forcing himself on. She ran it until steam filled the room. Turning to Caroline, who had remained motionless, she said with a grin,"I think we'd better get undressed first don't you?" As she said this Angela peeled off her top and quickly unclipped her bra. Her breasts were small but pert, but what attracted Caroline most was the beautifully toned stomach, her abs almost like a man's six-pack. As she gazed, Angela hooked her fingers into the waistband of her tracksuit trousers and pulled these down, taking her.