Later that evening I wanted to talk with her and already started imagining bedding her, so I pinged her little late after dinner around 1030 pm. She w...s quiet surprised and asked if I didn’t sleep yet, to which I replied nope and started a casual conversation on how her day was and what she does for work and so on etc. I wanted to get friendly before moving any further. This conversation went long and slowly chats changed into late night calls.After few days suddenly the topic of girl friend. It all started when I casually mentioned to my husband one night after we had the most intense sex we'd had in awhile, that I thought that Patrick (not his real name) was really sexy & that I'd love to have himat least once.. Now mind you, I'm 35, & Patrick is roughly 25-26 years old @ this point& built like an Adonis on two feet!! By looking at his package, I'd say he waspretty well decently hung, but wouldn't find out how well until later!!Both he & my husband worked together as delivery. "I almost forgot about that," he growls. "Bend over my desk, now!"I'm eager as I slide off the desk and lean over it, as he removes the tawse from his desk drawer. Standing behind me, he unzips my jeans which he lowers along with my underwear down to my ankles. My t-shirt is then lifted up, and I sigh at the sensation of his cool hands on my back and the soft material of his cotton shirt brushing against me.The strikes are harsh, but I bear it, unflinching, making as little noise as possible.. "She was in the attic that dad had converted into a recording studio before he tried drugs for the first time, he was dead less than twelve months later, leaving mum a total wreck and me angry. He'd been a successful musician, making a good living doing backing tracks for television advertisements and occasionally doing a tour for a big name singer who knew of him and his growing reputation.It had been all downhill from there and mum had succumbed to the dealers, the pushers and the general.