She knew I was married and we would only have these sexual chats when my wife wasn’t around. There was one time where she told me about an uncle or...an older man, I forget which, that had sexually abused her when she was a young teenager. How he had started kissing and touching her and she didn’t know how, or didn’t want to say no to him. When he pulled out his cock he put her hand around it and showed her how to jerk him off. I asked how she felt about that and she said it was ok. I sensed she. I was now sat before her with my pussy fully exposed and with the opportunity to open my legs a little before she stood up. I didn't miss the chance and exposed more of myself to her gaze to see if I would get a reaction. I did! Claire looked long and hard at my crotch before starting to stand."Please don't go yet," I said, "I think I'll need help getting them back on and will certainly like your opinion."I stood up and started to put the trousers back on. Once upto my thighs I asked Claire to. Sarah really struggled as the tawse was spanked down on her bottom time and again. She usually found being spanked painful but erotically charged and that the pain sent flutters rebounding around her pussy. She even told herself crying was a turn-on as her make-up would run and that had been even more sexily and delightfully humiliating as she walked back to her desk rubbing her bottom. Well, today she certainly felt humiliated.Sarah could feel herself quickly sliding downwards into tears as. She ran her hands down my back past my waist taking in to possession what was now willingly hers. She grew bolder as the Kiss lingered moving her hands among my body. Slowly and steadily making me know where her hands had moved to and from. I also traced over her figure with my hands feeling sensations through my finger tips. With my left hand I now lowered my hand to the front of her neck sliding past and downward. The sensation of kissing and feeling her breast. As she rubbed my front.