I decided to try it. I knew that I might fail andbe discovered, but with all of my experience, I also knew that I had atleast a fair chance of succeed...ng, so I called the interviewer back,and using my best feminine voice, I asked about the job opening. Verypolite, he set the appointment for Thursday the following week, whichgave me plenty of time to get ready for the biggest debut of my entirelife, let alone all of the implications of my decision. I made a listof things to do, in order, then. It scared me a little, mostly because it threw all of my plans right out the window. I was no longer bartering with Kate's friend, someone who I loved only the idea of. I didn't know if I could stand to share Clara now, not even with Kate.I knew, from earlier conversations with Kate, that she felt that strong emotional connection already with Clara. Clara hadn't come right out and admitted feeling as strongly about Kate, but there were lots of indications that she had felt that connection. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Her bottom was now a glowing red, he was getting good coverage all around each melon-shaped side.He had a good, hard rhythm going, the spanks each making her flesh bounce and ripple, making him want to fuck her so that his cock banging into her made her arse ripple as his hips slapped against her. But not yet.He stopped for a moment, rubbing and stroking her hard. She was crying now.“That’s better, naughty girl. But you aren’t a good girl yet.”He slid two fingers between. It was only a fantasy of course and Sherrie and I had no secrets from each other. She told me that my fantasy was fairly common and that there was even a web site full of stories about just that. I'd spent days just thinking about it and had made up my mind that as soon as my son Keith was on his way to school and my husband Dave was on his way to Salt Lake I was going to get on the computer and visit the site Sherrie had told me about.My God! Hundreds, maybe even thousands of stories about.