Davidson needed a ride!He pulled in front of her house and watched as she waved goodbye to her husband, suitcase in her hand. Chase took the bag from ...er and placed it carefully in his trunk. Then he opened the door for her and admired her shapely legs.He turned and smiled, waving to her husband as well before he opened his own door to get back in the car.Chase got behind the wheel and said, “You look lovely this afternoon, Mrs. Davidson.”“I wish you’d call me Pam. You’ve been my driver at. I'm talking about every file inthis office and that, my dear, goes back eight years." Michele looked shocked as the monumental size of the task set in. "And..." Maryanne continued. "I need it done by Mondaymorning..." Michele gasped. It was already Friday afternoon! "... or you're fired. Do you understand me?" "You can't do that. That'll take the entire weekend and I toldyou over a week ago that I had important plans for Saturday night." "That's just tough. I don't give a shit about your. I started to move the head of my cock right to the opening of her pussy with each out-stroke, watching the lips of her pussy closing around it, and then thrusting back inside gently, but as deeply as I felt I could without making her uncomfortable. Sonya bowed her head again, and stiffened her back, saying, “Again! I think I’m gonna come again!” She took another ragged breath, and said, “Leon, I think I’m gonna come again! I can’t believe it!” Her voice was already wavering. I was also. Maybe she’d been too hasty, and she probably shouldn’t have slapped him.“Now, Abby. I know you like that nightgown. It would be a shame to have it ripped up.”She jumped to obey as he rummaged in the bottom drawer of their dresser, retrieving a leather strap and that evil quirt. He turned around and glanced pointedly at their bed. She hurried to get into position, even though every inch of her backside dreaded the coming stripes. It would be worth it though. Every last one would be worth it to.