They’re lucky he has really good insurance through the Battelle Institute in Columbus where he works.”“I don’t even know what to say,” I sai....“Call Tracey when you have a chance. I’ll give you her number.”“Thanks,” I said, shaking my head, and understanding exactly what Jess had been trying to tell me for years.We went back to the sunroom and I gently deflected Kara’s question, just saying that they couldn’t make the party and that I’d give Tracey a call over the weekend. One thing was certain. You feel the heat of my breath, and my tongue trying to get though the thin fabric. I move your pants on the side to get access to your pussy. It's really wet. You 're moving nervously now. And moan louder._ Oh yes! Lick that juice! Swallow it all!You don't have to ask me! I like it so much! When i get a finger inside, and start to stroke, you seem to get crazy._ Oh my god, yes! fuck me like this! ooh that's soo gooood!! AAAh h h h hmmmmm.Then my thumb comes to help my tongue on your clit, and. He was very impressed with my record and was in needof a new associate. He asked if I would like to come to Chicago to interviewfor the job.I of course realizing the sheer irony of the situation, made an appointmentand interviewed for the position. The interview went so well, I was hired onthe spot. I returned to Peoria, submitted my resignation, packed up and movedback to Chicago.It's been three years now. I turn 30 in two weeks. I made junior partner 3months ago and should make senior partner. “What would you say if I said that I really feel like spanking you right now?” asked Simon.“I would say: do it!”He pulled my pants down and started to spank me with his hand with a surprising amount of force, sometimes rubbing or squeezing me in-between.“How are you doing now, huh?” asked Simon, pulling my face up by my hair. I was experiencing so much sensation and emotion all at once that I was barely able to say anything at all – all I managed was a groan. Simon let my head go and reached.