Ich musste nur einmal kurz an dem String riechen und schon schoss mir wieder das Blut in meinem Schwanz. Es dauerte nur wenige Sekunden und er war ric...tig hart. Ich fing an zu wichsen und roch immer wieder an dem Höschen, der Duft dieser kleinen Fotze machte mich wirklich unendlich scharf. Ich rieb meinen schwanz in dem String, dann fing ich an an ihm zu lecken. Mein gott war ich geil in dem Moment, doch dank des Alkohols an dem Abend bin ich einfach nicht gekommen und wichste und wichste. Yann whispered in my ear. "Sorry if I got a little carried away earlier, Boss." You keep showing off in public like that, I'm gonna seriously give you something to be embarrassed about." His whole body shivered. "You actually like that idea, don't you?" No." He said, but I could actually feel his heart racing."Oh I get it." I should have noticed months ago, I realized. "So if I made you walk around with a wet spot all day, you'd get off on it wouldn't you?"He actually blushed. "Boss, don't do. I was back to plainold boring Tom."We must get together again soon, very soon" was all he said, and madea note of my telephone number. We went our separate ways.Chapter 4The following Tuesday there was a phone call for me, "can you talk"said Ben "let me close the door and we can talk all day" I responded.The conversation began a little tensely. Neither of us knew how theother would reflect on the events of the last weekend, would Ben beawkward or embarrassed, or worse, regretful, could I. You, young lady are the kind of naughty one it was intended to be used on!”Me, a college student although twenty one, at this moment I felt like I was eight, thirteen at most. Laying there with the minimal skirt nope make it my green tights pulled down my bare bottom in the air. I wondered why I did not try to get up or wiggle off my holiday employer’s lap.Santa began from the beginning with hot spanks. My bottom bucked as it was paddled on his lap slightly then settled back down for a long.