Finally, I returned to my office, not even noticing the blinds had be lowered.I opened the door to my office, and stood in the opening in stunned sile...ce. Standing in front of my desk was Erica, wearing nothing but the lingerie I had purchased for her and her black 4" heels. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as I looked her over from head to toe. Though it seemed as if were an eternity, only a few seconds had passed before Erica broke the silence. "You might want to close that door,. Panting heavily, John brought his arm up and brought the birch rods down a second time, backhanded so her left buttock would feel the worst of the scoring twigs.Before fully recovering from the first strike, the second brought high pitched and breathless squeals from the struggling girl as another dozen cuts and scrapes appeared on her slender bottom.Even the top of her thighs had received a few scrapes, enough to decorate the lovely smooth skin, all so close to the delicately curved vulva. "Ana, if you ever want to check it out for yourself just knock on the alley door…”Thomas laughed at me and he went away…I walked back inside home but my mind was swirling with the thought of anonymous cocks to suck and fuck with no messy relationships. I had not had a dick to play with for some days and I was really horny… I felt my pussy was suddenly soaking wet…As I had an early dinner, my mind turned back to the glory hole and then the realization that Saturday I would be alone. I knew that. Quinella rubbed Ned’s back and motioned his dismount. ‘I’m feeling sleepier now. Thanks.’ She closed her eyes and dozed off next to Ned. Ned also rejoined his slumbers. Ned awoke with the unusual but pleasant sensation of a morning blowjob. Quinella’s head was under the covers bouncing them like a fluttering sail. Seeing no need to interrupt or help, he lay back in the pillow and closed his eyes. Quinella’s tongue wrapped one side of the shaft and then the other. She lapped it over the top.