As I was finishing the last bit of dusting, Scotty pulled me to the bed and started to kiss me. It felt good to feel his hands holding my head as he ...issed. His hands worked their way to my shirt, gropping my breasts. He started to unbutton my shirt, when I decided to just take it off for him. My tits where in his hands and in his mouth. Sucking and nibbling on each nipple, made me rub the back of his head and down his shoulders. I felt his uper arms, the muscles were bulging from his. I also woke up with a headache, a hangover, and the smell of brewing coffee.I walked to the kitchen and sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen. Beth handed me a cup of black coffee; bending over to hand it to me. She did the same with a plain toasted bagel. Then she sat with me to chat over coffee.Beth said, “You’re not such a jerk when you’re drunk doing as you’re told. You’re also kinda cute when you’re sleeping.”I replied, “Thanks once again for letting me sleep on your couch;. ?Hands and knees,? she said. ?I’ll be right back.?Kneeling as instructed, I studied the carpet while attentive to the sounds of her moving around the bedroom. The sound of a zipper said she was rummaging through the toy bag. I remembered her leaving the single tail and the more wicked hardwood paddles in the session room and felt momentary relief. The relief was replaced by dread when I glanced sideways to mark her return. She’d already buckled her strap on in place and was holding a tawse.To. Adele had tried out a few young men from the high-class escort agency andhad finally settled on Roy. He knew how to please her, was unbelievablyhandsome, and not as stupid as he made himself out to be."There's a little extra cash in the envelope tonight, don't make me regretputting it in there," Adele said sternly, lighting her cigarette.She kicked off her heels, unclasped her brassiere and wriggled out of herpantyhose."You want?" she held out the pantyhose.Roy smiled sheepishly and took them..