And my favourite place to start nights, a dark room. It is a place where you see nothing. Everyone knows that's where to dance in the dark, play, touc..., be touched... I enjoy that mistery of finding some girl you don't know or even see, to decid if you like her just by touching her arms first, her neck, with breath going faster each second, her hips, her face, kissing, and going as far as both want.While dancing there, and playing here and there... I recognized the perfume my boss uses. Of. From the way my bed was positioned it was possible to see me without entering the room."What are you doing?" she asked."Um, I wasn't feeling well, so I went to bed." I said shakily, sounding hollow and unconvincing to my ears. With any luck she would be too interested in going to her concert to pay too much attention to what I might be doing."Oh, ok. Just thought that I heard voices and movement." Oh, um...probably just the radio." God, I groaned inwardly, that sounds pathetic. She frowned. He told me to do the same and come inside the shower.We were now inside the bathroom with Hot water flowing from the shower. The recent mouth fucking drained all the alcohol from my senses. He caught and hugged me and started cleaning me nicely. I saw his tool started to become alive again and was afraid he was going to fuck my mouth again. He turned me now and was hugging me from behind. His huge chest on my back, his one hand on my fatty chest squeezing them and his hand on my dick. I was. ...yet."I felt him raise his hand, and I took a deep breath, bracing myself. A minute passed, and I let my guard down, wondering why he hadn't started. That was when his hand came down, hard. "Count them out. If you skip a number, we'll start over," he instructed, and whispered, "one." Two!....Three!...Four!...Five!..." I counted along. The fifth hurt the most, and of course I fucked up, "seven!"The spankings stopped, and I was pulled up by my hair to face my previously sweet sensitive.