If anything, his swats were getting both harder and faster.“I trust, I won’t have to do this again,” he said.“No, no, never. I won’t trespas... again,” I pleaded.“Good,” he said as he motioned me off his lap.I stood up, gently rubbing my bottom.“Thank God it’s over,” I sighed.“Who said it was over? You have more coming to you.,” he replied as he stood up and pulled his chair away from his desk.“Take down your bottoms and bend over my desk,” he instructed.“You’re kidding me!” I replied in. ”“Serena sir.” she said meekly.“Serena, its a good while since I last poked a mother to be, shall you oblige me?” I asked.“No sir.” she refused.“But Miss Blenkinsopp do you not remember the morning when I bent you over the dressing table? Shall we not visit heaven again?”“You remember?” she asked.“Oh I remember,” I agreed, “A grey haired virgin, how could I forget.”“And your child?” she asked.I looked her in the eye. “Take your coat off. Lift your skirts. Lower your underpants. Bend over my. Main nae aos k bobs ko khoob press kia aor pher aos ki bra bhi nekali..abb bat mere berdasht sae baher the so main nae directly paint aor underwear aotari.mera 6 inch ka lun ik jhatky sae baher a gya.aos nae dekha to kaha k yae to mairy husband k lun sae bhi lamba hai.main nae kaha k tmhay acha laga and she said k bohot acha hai. pher main nae aos k pawoon khool k aothay aor apny lun aos ki choot k ander dalny laga.but as it was my first chance so main kafi excite tha aor lun ander jany sae. However he had been in Africa for six weeks with out sampling any of the local talent, he hoped that this was about to change. Once she settled in introductions were made. She said her name was Julie. She was a twenty-year-old art major from New York, and she had been in Africa for six months studying and was on her way home for a long needed break. Dave was quite taking with the young woman because not only was she just about the hottest thing he had seen since Anita, but she was smart.