And I wondered if it was. I turned onto 53rd Street without a resolution.When I arrived home, I prepared dinner for Elyse and myself and after we ate,...I worked on the brothel programs until I had to leave for karate. When I returned home, after a joint shower, I studied German. I let Elyse know I had a date on Friday and would be cooking for Stephie. She said she had a date with Warren, so that would work out. She promised not to be home before 11:00pm.“I don’t want to cramp your style!” she. “But you’re a naughty girl.”“I am a naughty girl.” She said in a low voice. The look in her eyes was enough to make me hard.“And naughty girls get spankings don’t they?” I asked. “If they’re lucky.” She replied.“Take off your shirt.” She started to slowly unbutton her shirt, starting at the top. When she got to the bottom, she unhesitatingly slid it off of her shoulders and tossed it to the floor. She was wearing a matching plaid bra underneath. She looked every bit the sex goddess that she. ‘What about Julian? Did you know he wanted to fuck you?’ ‘Well, no. I mean not exactly. I mean he was very nice, very complimenterous to me. Especially like when we were at the pool and he’d send Caitie in the house for drinks or whatever and he’d tell me how nice I looked, you know in my bathing suit.’ ‘And you liked that?’ ‘He would look. You know. At my breasts. When he was saying it. And he touched them a few times, but just by accident, when we were, you know, playing around in the pool.. "Just returning the favor she did me in court," I shrugged, slamming hard into my ex's lawyer's tight ass."How does it feel?" Denise asked Francine."It hurts!" her lawyer cried."Do you want me to make him stop?" my ex asked in real concern."No!" Francine cried. "It hurts so good!" Wow!" Denise said with a shake of her head, and then looked at me and added, "Don't even think about doing that to me!" Another day," I promised. "Now kiss Francine and taste your cum on her lips!" I'm not gay,".