Miss Katie hit me on the bum, again and again. She told me that her instructions were very simple, but that I had failed to follow them. Where were th... slippers!? I kept silent, even though she kept spanking me – really really hard too.Had she found the wrong girl she asked? Why could I not follow simple instructions? Her carpets were wet now. I was even making her trousers wet.Miss Katie pushed me off her lap and back onto the floor. I was to stay there and reflect upon how I had failed her,. It isn’t any wonder to say he is also my only stable option of a good sexual relationship.Well, I do like Cornell and I enjoy being with him, but there are times that I wished to have someone that isn’t my manager and couldn’t perform a threat to my career if something gets screwed up between us. Someone like a fellow designer, a model, a journalist or even someone from backstage… well, anyone else. But most of my flings didn’t worked well and I always ended up at Cornell’s arms, and not that I. "Twenty years - and so many girls," Lucas thought warmly, casting his mind back to the many nubile bodies who had shared his quiet office with him: the moaners, the groaners, the squealers and screamers; the biters, the scratchers, the squirters; the coy virgins who spread their legs shyly and looked at his cock as if it was some potent and magical symbol of fertility, and the practised sluts who enthusiastically rode his tool for hours, grinding themselves to orgasm after orgasm; the. Oh boy. Wow!" I bought Bobby one and thought you'd like one too." I do! It's the most awesome present I ever got!"Jimmy flung his arms around Gail and hugged her tight. She tenderly placed a hand on his back and caressed it. Who's hurting this sweet boy? she wondered and brushed away her own tears.Gail led Jimmy into the living room and onto the couch. She only wanted to hold him, to take his pain away. Her eyes scanned the room -- it was filthy and there were even more empty whisky bottles.