She whimpers as his slides a hand between her thighs, his hand becoming coated with her wetness, before slapping her soundly on her right ass cheek."U...!" she groans, the pain rippling through her flesh, mixing with the pleasure in her pussy."So you want a better grade?" Mr. J puncutates his statement with another slap, this time on the left cheek."Yesss..." Yes what?" another slap."Yes sir!" Then I have an idea for you."Mr. J pulls down his zipper, pulling his hardening cock through the slit. Any and every change was acceptable for posting, whether or not it happened to be politically correct. From clerks in 7-11 getting targeted for beatings to babies having their shoes removed to gain access to air travel. It interested the hell out of me and I wanted to see if it interested others. Doing a book sounded great, but it was a lot of work to get a finished product that may not even be popular. I could always put a book together from blog entries if it went over the way I hoped it. Eric was talking to himself. A whispering sounded by her feet and she felt her ankles freed. She flexed them and shook out her legs. It would be nice if her were to free her arms too, as they ached a little stretched above her head. However, instead, Eric snuggled up next to her on the bed. “That was beautiful baby,” he said. He turned her sideways facing away from him on the bed and pressed his length against hers. Maya sighed and snuggled closer. She made a tactile inventory of his body.. Then she grabbed me by the hand and bolted up the stairs like a spooked squirrel. As we entered our room, I glanced back for one final look at Tracy’s sexy, sweaty body.“Well,” Ria laughed, “I think it’s safe to say that Operation White Christmas was an undeniable success!”I said nothing, I just unbuttoned her peacoat and tossed it over a chair.“I mean, did you see them? They were so—I mean, you saw, right?”I pulled her shirt up over her head, taking a brief moment to appreciate the lacy green.