I stood up and experienced a sudden decrease in blood pressure that could have resulted in fainting and I’ve had an erection for four hours. I bette... call Larry.”James Jimmyson pick up his land line phone and dialed his friend Larry’s number“Hello” said the voice on the phone“Is Larry there?” asked James Jimmyson“Larry? What the Sam Hill kind of name is that? Nobody names their kid Larry in 1953.” Said the voice on the phone. “Wow, its 1953 there? I must have the wrong number.” James Jimmyson. .She tells me that I know that answer already and changes the subject. Nothing sexual happens, but she keeps touching me and asking me to tell her if I need anything. For the next two nights, she comes downstairs and we talk about her art and a variety of topics. Each of those nights, she comes to the basement after everyone is asleep. Tom is not home because of his flight schedule. On the third night, Kate leaves and then comes back into the basement while I'm sleeping. I thought that I was. She tried to talk but her voice was caught in her throat, so she just sat there and rode it out. When she stopped cumming she pushed my head away from her pussy and pushed me on my back.“Looks like your friend could use a little help,” she said as she stroked my cock.She looked me in the eyes as she sucked my limp cock in her mouth. It was so hot and wet I could feel myself getting hard already. Her technique was a little different than Rita's, instead of sucking all the way up and down like. ?You’ve done enough,? Julia said. I turned around to see her standing by the end of the counter. For just a moment I was disappointed that she hadn’t worn her thigh high boots and began to wonder if she really owned such a pair. That’s when she raised the paddle in one hand and pointed at the chair, which was still pulled out from the table. ?Bend over that chair again,? she ordered.My ass was still burning and I’d have done just about anything to not be paddled again. Standing where she.