" I'm concerned he's getting too old to be spanked over his mother's lap,but I do still do it. Does that do any good, Justin?" Felicia asks me.I star... to cry. My mother knows she could lose the audience's sympathy tomy tears. It could look like she's bullying me. So she goes right on theattack, "Oh stop it Justin. We are not going to fall for the 'poor me'routine. You are a big boy, and you need to speak up and explain yourselfto these people. They deserve that much. They are not going. He had installed a lock on his office door for privacy not that any one cared who was fucking the naked models. Most of the male employees fucked them as a fringe benefit. They were beautiful and sexy and horny and loved to fuck. He had a good time with twins the other day. He watched their sexy photo shoot and saw how they were not shy touching each others bodies and invited them to his office behind his locked door. He took turns sucking their enormous tits and then fingering the bald. "GOOOOOOOD EEEEEEEEVENING, FIGHT FANS!" Dirk bellows into a microphone,his voice amplified and coming at us in surround sound. "Have we got ashow for you tonight! Live via pay per view, the first online sissyfight of the HAROOOOOOOOW HOOOOOOOOUSE!" I looked up and noticed thecameras surrounding the rim of the octagon, as well as several onmotorized tracks above the stage. They'd be able to get everyangle...zoom in on every nook and cranny...and get my face so crystalclear and in High Def...no. My office is to the left but I don’t care. I reach into my pocket and turn off my phone. I slowly cross the street to give her time to get ahead of me a bit. I don’t know what I’m doing … suddenly … it hits me … am I stalking her? That pulls me up short. I move off to the side for a second and, just like that, she’s gone and I lose sight of her. I notice how heavy I’m breathing.I compose myself and spot a coffee shop a few doors down. “Some coffee sounds good right about now,” I think to.