She instantly slapped my hand away. "How dare you? Stand up, you fag." As I did she laughed and pointed at my large precum stain on the panties. "Take...those damn things off and put them in your mouth, then bend over the coffee table." I obeyed. "Yes, Mistress." I heard her rummaging around in the next room, and then I could hear her footsteps as she reentered the room I was in. All was silent for a moment, and then I heard a swoosh and a smack as a huge paddle hit my ass. I jumped about a mile. I could tell the sex was going to be good.Ishika called my name and I looked up. She closed her legs and moved to one side of the bed and looked at me. ‘Come, lie with me for some time’, she said. She was still having her orgasm and wanted to be close to me. I moved close to her and moved my fingers around her breasts and bum. I got up and whispered in her ear, ‘Was I dirty enough or should I be more dirty?’‘How can you be more dirty than this?’, Ishika asked, puzzled.That was my cue. I quickly. It turns out the TV exec has turned himself into a Maxim cover girl. Damndest Thing! At the same time, old Linda, pretending part of the time to be a TV programming person, actually has to do tiny portions of the job - get to know the people involved. She learns a bit about it - about how important it is to children in an age where parents park their kids in front of the TV for hours at a time.Some execs - most execs - it turns out, are there to very cynically selling kids toys, while the very. Early on in our marriage, I had noticed a particular girlfriend that visited my wife from time-to-time. She was similar height, just barely shorter than my wife, but had blondish red hair, and stunning blue eyes. I remembered hearing red hair with blue eyes is the most infrequent pairing possible so it definitely caught my attention. When my wife first introduced Melissa, I noticed right away she was very fit. She even seemed a bit sexier than my wife, but I thought, “I’m a faithful.