Very smoothly and silently he moved his chair directly behind me. He whispered in my ear 'you have no idea how bad I want you.' I didn't know what he ...ad planned. Suddenly, he put both of his hand on my shoulders. Damn, his hands were big and strong.He started giving me a classic shoulder and back massage. He whispered in my other ear 'your so tense, just relax.' He was good. I was truly relaxing. It felt like he was squeezing away years of tension. Then he totally changed. Now. his touch was. I engulfed it licking and sucking on his throbbing shaft. Laughing, he pushed me down his shaft all the way to his big balls. Holding me there he said, “Lick my balls.” As my tongue danced all over his nuts he said, “Now suck them.” I took turns sucking one then the other. Pushing me further down, he said, “Do what my wife won't do...rim me.” I slid lower and kneaded the cheeks of his ass. My lips grazed across them and my tongue slithered along his tan line tasting the salt from his flesh.. And that’s when it came to me. There was a way she could help and I could still save my soul in the process. ‘Mom, I can’t. I love you for offering but I just can’t. I do have an idea though. What if I had you with me when I punish my slaves? You could still help keep me grounded and in control and I wouldn’t have to be traumatized with images of your ass turning red as I beat it.’ It seemed like a perfect plan to me. ‘Kenny, I really wouldn’t mind. To tell you the truth, I actually learned to. If the Cafe du Concorde might have struck the casual observer as an unlikely setting for a severe and humiliating punishment then they would have been even more surprised to learn that the central figure on the receiving end of this misfortune was Yvette Renard. There was certainly nothing about Yvette to suggest that she was the kind of girl to attract trouble. She was not wilful or malicious. She was young and attractive but by no means flighty or loose. Most people in the village would have.