Ok a diet is called for, a slice of toast and black coffee for breakfast, a thin sandwich with a apple for lunch and a big dinner in the evening, most...y of vegetable. I can live with that, I think. I'm not interested in weight loss, just inches.I sort out all my clothes into ones that fit me now, ones that are just a bit tight and those I can't get into anymore. My goal is to get into those white Jeans and tank top at the end of the rail, the ones I wore on that great holiday I had with Paul;. That was it. With that picture in my mind I came, then fell to sleep. Friday morning I got up and dressed. Peter, Julie, and I were going to go skiing. Cameron wanted to stay in and get some paperwork done. Lou and Betty were just going to chill. We all went our separate ways. Peter, Julie, and I jumped on the tram to the slopes. The skiing was great but I was getting tired. Peter and Julie wanted to ski more. We agreed to meet back at the house. I grabbed my stuff jumped on the tram and headed. She was a secretary who stole £500,000 from her ex-boss and took off never to be seen, until now. When he stepped into the kitchen, his intent was to arrest her. But when she cried out, he went to her without thinking about repercussions. Her blood tasted sweet on his tongue and before he could think of his actions, it was too late and his mouth was crashing down on hers. The kiss wasn’t chaste, it was wild, primal. Biting her lip to make her open her mouth, he thrust his tongue inside. He. This last minute was no picnic. Kicking it up indeed! He spanked me more forcefully than previously, in fact. I was spent. Falling even more lax against his legs, I sniveled and lazily kicked to try and expel some of the burn. I said, “Fuck,” once and shouted out horrific wails on each of his last five spanks, the hardest ones in the swarm. I tensed up, waiting and waiting for another. “What did I say about watching your mouth?” He planted the hardest smack of all and I jolted. “We are.