When she came near to me she smiled at me and asked me why I wake up so early. I gave back a smile and said the sleep was gone. She passed me. Now aga...n saw her. She has bathed so early; the water from her hair is falling like drops were passing through the spine into her sari. Her ass was swaying with her walk and the moment because of the weight of the pot. My dick was hard and aroused. It was throbbing to get out and get relieved. I thought now I should relieve myself but there were no. I'll let you watch me if I can watch you." We'll see about that another day. I don't know Shelly's friend, but her name is Lola, and she works at the Spanish embassy." I don't know if it's going to work out. The Kinks are a great band and I'll have to worry about what she might be hiding under her skirt." Just go out and have fun, because tomorrow morning, I need your mind on work. I hope you're one of today's three hundred million that gets lucky."I hadn't seen Lola when we were at lunch, so I. Again, he tapped several times, building the suspense before bringing it cracking down to give me a matching stripe on the other buttock. “Aaaaaahhhhhhh!” I shrieked. It took me a longer moment to catch my breath between sobs this time, the tears already running freely down my cheeks. My bottom felt like it was on fire, each buttock where he’d whipped me was already searing beyond anything I could have possibly imagined. “T-two”, I gulped. “Th-thank you…sir… … please… may I have another?” I. ~ ~ ~ An overlong sette was pushed against a wall decorated with paintings of the former lords of the manor, and an especially large one of the recently departed Andrew Hoyt-Moore hung over the fireplace. The room was bright with sunlight, and the man ran a hand over the back of an antique chair near a low-slung table set with a crystal decanter of brandy. With a chuckle, he idly speculated that the bygone lord must have had quite a head on his shoulders to commission such an overly-large ducal.