CHAPTER 2When I opened my laptop, I logged into the work email portal and once again was inundated with an unbelievable amount of emails. 811 of them ...o be exact and I knew it was going to take quite a while to get through them all.As usual, I began with eliminating duplicate emails, that took me down to 645. I scanned for unique emails to start with. One of those came from Ms. Burger in Dallas. She tells me that her district is up by 12% year over year in sales. She also talks about how she. Her eyes widened and lips clamped, nomatter soon they would be clamped around my rock hard dick. I grabbedher hands, pulled them over her head, took her pallu and tied them tothe hook on the wall. She was wringing her hands trying to loose theknot, faint grunts of effort coming from her lips. I watched the boobsgo up and down with every breath and couldn't resist them anymore. SoI grabbed one in my hand, and pressed it hard, taking the other in mymouth (still in the blouse) and trying to suck. Mother said that she had, and Reb then nodded and added “and as you were late lady you will get an extra two strokes, now bend over the stool and let me check your mark!” My mother stood raised her skirt, to reveal her naked backside, knelt and lay over the dresser stool, her arse exposed to the camera. I could see no mark until my sister raised the right buttock, and there tucked under the delightful cheek was the clear letter `R’ red and inflamed still, just as it had been with the two boys.. As the man began to explain his query Samantha took in every detail of his appearance. Close up he was very good looking, the kind of looks that a gorgeous film star would have, deep brown eyes, full lips, dark hair, well dressed. She looked at his hands, they seemed firm.It turned out that he was looking for a book called ‘Poetry of Sex’ by Sophie Hannah. Samantha wondered why he wanted such a controversial book, most people just wanted to find boring, old fiction but then she discovered that.