It is so wet and feels amazing and my hips begin to move upwards towards my hand. My other hand makes it's way back up to my breasts and begins to pin...h my nipples. The pleasure takes over and I begin to moan out loud. Suddenly, I feel my wrists being grabbed and pulled away. I open my eyes to see Mack on his knees in front of me. He is still wearing only blue jeans and his body is glistening from the walk across the yard to my house. His hair is soaked and matted to his forhead. God, did he. I know she's with me, and I'm grateful for her presence.Journal Entry Number Six:I went back to work this morning to find out that I've been let go. I'm so damn angry! What the hell? I've worked at the same fucking company for years, and today I find all my shit in a box on the sofa outside my locked office! Someone else's name was on my door!I asked my boss why, and all that he would say was, "It's a shame, we'll miss ya Mike." I know it's because I'd taken so much time off. I really should. ”“Flatterer, I’m forty-four,” I said.“Well, that I find it hard to believe ... but can I ask a question? Why are you so helpful?” he said.“Because as a wise man said, the opera ain’t over till the fat lady sings or, in this case, the fat man delivers,” I said closing the door on a very perplexing process server.I entered my office like a thunderstorm on a hot summer day. I was a hard rain with the promise of a whirlwind to follow. I dispatched the client business as only I can. I flirted. He reaches to my waist and pulls my PJs down past my knees and has me step out of them. It's terribly embarassing standing in front of him with my naked crotch right in front of him. I think he likes the effect the embarassment has on me as much as he likes the view. But he never says anything. He just ushers me over to his right side and over his knee. Once I'm in place, I know to bring up my right hand behind my back so that he can pin my wrist to the small of my back.Daddy basically will.