"When we are legally married we want to have c***dren." I nodded my head thinking that was a natural thing for them to want. Andrea picked up her par... of the tag team,"We would need to find a sperm donor." They looked at each other and then together said, "We want it to be you Peter!"That jolted me and my face showed it. I looked up at the two women. My thinking took me to the fact that it wouldn't be Andrea who I made pregnant. Lydia would have a baby that was genetically related to her. Spencer spends a few minutes searching through files not turning up anything out of the ordinary. Giving up on the search he begins filtering through the desk drawers with the same outcome ... nothing.He slips back out into the hall shaking his head at his partner. She gives a nod and Spencer heads to the next door. They repeat the process with each door they come to and each time the search turns up nothing. “I’m guessing these are just regular administrative offices,” he says as they stand by. Then it was time to stand up, and to walk around the room in the heels. He was fairly short and loved the feeling of being so much taller. He walked to the bathroom to apply a little make up in the mirror. Just as he finished applying lipstick, there was a knock on his hotel room door. He realised that he had forgotten to put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on. He went to the door and opened it an inch or tow, making sure that he couldn’t be seen from the other side. Paul heard a young, male voice. . " Suddenly, a surge of pain... no, pleasure... well, actually, again I can't tell which is which. There is a sting, a slow pain occurring as I hear myself being whipped from my legs up! I can feel the reddening of my skin. I feel it swelling with whelps, as I'm whipped continuously, from my toes to my tits. As my tits are hit, my screams become defined. That is pure pain!Yet, each slap causes my cunt to drip. It drips, and as each smack is delayed, I can feel each one intensify. I lay moaning,.