" My pussy throbbed. It felt hot. I liked this? I didn't realise how turned on I was until I felt the evidence. The feeling of his hand around my thig... and knowing he was going to hurt me in my most intimate places was terrifying, and it really did hurt. But he was so powerful, so measured, so dominant. Being helpless to accept his guidance turned me on. Me, the most independent person ever liked being spanked like a little girl. "You let me go right now!" I snarled. I kicked with my now. Laurel had been with him for almost three years now and she continued to surprise him with her abilities, she was good at helping him sell from his wagon, she seemed to instinctively know what a person was interested in and guided them to the item, she always was listening and would tell him funny stories and the gossip she had heard which helped him avoid certain area's if there was talk of illness or trouble, or head to a certain town hearing that they needed this or that. The child had in. I turned on the stereo, and put some light jazz on the CD, turned down low. Finally, I poured two snifters of brandy and sat down in my lounger.Debby entered after about fifteen minutes. The wait was worth it. She had blow-dried her hair, and it hung in golden curls to her shoulders. She was wearing a sheer, almost transparent, black, ankle-length satin robe, open at the front, which wafted away from her, showing what she wore underneath. This consisted of a ‘Merry Widow’ corset, thin straps. For Kim, the tour was going fine, but disagreements with her manger and support staff grew more frequent. Brett sensed trouble was coming and tried to help during his chats, but his own issues prevented him from giving Kim his full attention. Deadlines at the office were fast approaching, and between people getting sick and vacation, his department was extremely short staffed. To make up productivity, Brett’s boss leaned on him more and more, which wore heavily on Brett. Not helping matters.