It’s a fat, well-read, dog-eared guide to the Pacific North West. Your home. The home you profess you'd like to make 'ours'. I've read it over and o...er, cover to cover. I flick the pages without opening any. My attention drifts…Through the rain-streaked windows, I can see the hulking grey outline of my office block. If I count the rows of windows, I can find mine — the one I've looked out of for twenty-five years. I've spent more time at my desk beside that window than I have in my own flat. I. ”“Huh, are they?”Then he slapped my butt.“Hey, what was that for?”“To get you off me. So what did you think of that Sarah?”“I take it that was a 69. It sort of makes sense now. I liked it, a 2 in 1.”“Yes, we both got our rocks off.”“Can we do that again?”“No, not now Sarah.” Tom said as I pushed my body back hoping that my pussy would persuade Tom to eat me again. Instead he lifted my butt and slapped it again.“Off.” Was all Tom said, so I reluctantly climbed off him and stood on the floor and. Fine!I kneeled between her legs and started slapping her tits and stomach, she was in so much agony, but it’s what she wanted. Over and over I slapped. Hurt me bad baby.!I picked her legs up and rammed my cock into her ass, her body convulsed, she flailing around as I destroyed her swollen ass . Continued to slap her body. And the first time ever I spanked her purple swollen clit she squirted all over me . That made me bang even harder. Leaning down I choked her and plowed away. When she. "It's me, Taylor. From the grocery store," the voice said. When Iglanced over my shoulder she was there by the drivers seat door,blocking my escape. So far I'd avoided direct contact with the soccermoms. I'm just the nanny or the driver as far as anyone needs to know.Taylor waved with one hand and shielded her eyes with the other. Herthink blonde hair flutter freely in the breeze. She had all of herteeth.We'd exchanged a few words in the grocery store since our firstencounter, brief hellos.