” “Really? Wow.” Megan kissed him again, turned him around and when he didn’t object gave him a smack on his bottom. He bent forward as though...asking for another and when she smacked him again. “You naughty boy.” Tom bent lower and Megan again smacked him. She had a plan. She would spank him later and give him his coveted hand job. The next time she would be more reluctant but still she would jerk him off. The third time though would be a discipline spanking and no afters which would then place. To all around her she presented an image of a sharply dressed businesswoman ready to take her place in the corporate world competing equally with all of the dissolute males with only unimaginative urges to use the available female flesh available to them in the office environment. The lower class office-ladies knew their role in satisfying their boss’s needs and seldom expressed their own desires for simple wifely duties and the raising of children without male interference.She knew that the. Those "bigger issues," he always said, "are part of who you are." Femininity was instead about "appearances" and "superficial interests," which are also quite important, but they're part of how you look, not who you yearn to be. I've never heard anyone else talk that way about feminism: Daddy understood that just because you like wearing a skirt and enjoy wearing nail polish or lipstick, it doesn't mean you're any less of a doctor, or less of a chef, or less of an astronomer (which is what I. As he stealthly approach the bed he could hear Becky softly saying " I love the way you are fucking me Hakeem, I also love your beautiful black cock, baby I need your black seed in me because I want to have your baby. As he climb onto the bed between Becky's legs Hakeem took his massive black snake and aimed it at the entrence of Beck's now soaking wet pussy. Feeling the bed move form Hakeems weight has he moved between her legs, Becky open her eyes to see her desire hovering above her..