Perhaps she’d let him do this again, she wondered, as he disengaged and rapidly spent another load onto the plump expanse of her firm bottom while k...eading her happy bosom to orgasm. This time, however, she covered herself up and saw him to the front door. On the train back out to Pinewood she worried about encountering Tom, the spotty student, again, but there was no sign of him. Her breasts, braless under her tight pastel-blue vest and leaving very little to the imagination where their hugely. ”“I didn’t get off track at all,” said Lisa, “You are the one wanting to feel your bottom sting from the skin on skin contact. The warmth of your cheeks after he reminds you that you are worth the attention and showing you that he cares by you getting spanked.”“That really shows he cares,” Shelby asked, “I mean, it does sound very hot. But, how does it show he cares?”“Should you have been sending me a message while you were driving,” asked Lisa, “was that safe to do?”“No,” answered. I hesitated to answer and waited a day. I had not discussed this at all with my wife and I was worried that she would laugh at me, make a mockery of what to her would seem to be a puerile moral dilemma.How could I know that Dominique, my wife, had been reading my mails? How could I know that she was already deep in contact with Mrs Ra'fah Jabori?And what trouble that it would bring?Chapter 3The Sinker********************************?Darling what a story, what a terrible story!?My wife looked up. When you're dead, there is no more pain, and that's a good thing. The flip side is there isn't much in the way of physical sensation of the pleasurable kind either. What you have is your mind, your thoughts, your emotions. Those go on in full cinematic glory, no escaping. In a sense it's even worse than being alive because the living have their body to counterbalance their emotional side, provide sensation to add to awareness, even if it's just a hiccup or a fart.My first manifestation was like.