He jacked off to her at last as she posed for him, so sweetly, and he finally coaxed a few weak spurts from his half-hard cock. He had obtained, and ...aken, some Viagra. He was fifty, after all. It didn’t help. The ache, the crippling, was in his heart, not in his dick. They talked a little, naked. The doors were closed, and they both knew it, but they tried to open them a little. It was too hard. They hugged and parted, and from his balcony he watched her walk to her car and leave. She did. I stopped rubbing myself as I was in too much shock. Did he actually have a submissive side? I watched as his ass turned from a reddish tint to a dark red. I couldn’t believe that my seventeen year old best friend was spanking my 41 year old boyfriend. It didn’t take long before I heard Liu cry, “OW” after each stroke. “You like that?” she asked “Yes!” She slapped his ass again. “You like that?” “OW, yes ma’am,” he replied. By the time she stopped, his ass was beet red. “Turn around!” she. ." Get outta town!" Angie barked. "Paul C., the corset-maker, wants you tomodel for him? I would kill just to meet him, let alone walk the runwayfor him. Our paths never seem to cross." I can introduce you," I offered. "To tell you the truth, I think youwould be perfect as one of his models much better than me." What do you mean, 'much better than you'?" my assistant challenged."You are gorgeous!" Yeah," I countered, "but you have the body for it; I don't. Face it;I'm just not endowed like. I was always able to tell when she was wanting extra cock and cum so I was always on the lookout for the tell-tale signs. This particular instance she was working as a waitress in the local enlisted club so I started staking it out. One Friday night she called and said she would be late getting home because they had to do some kind of inventory after closing. I knew she was BSing me so I went over at just before closing. As I figured, she came out of the club with two of the night managers,.