If he thought this was going to be a straight up, fuck session, he was wrong. Alongside the bed, on a small hostess trolley stood a jeroboam of Brut i... an ice bucket, two punnets of strawberries and a tube of chocolate, as sold by most sex shops. Dinner, it seemed, was on him, literally and it looked as if Heidi had a sweet tooth. “You will forgive me the slightly bizarre, I am sure. It is something I have always wanted to do, so, why not?” Her spoken English was very good, with. ?This is where you swindled poor Tom out of a significant amount of money by insidertrading. This represents proof positive of insider trading. I am sure district attorney will be interested in this. But this is the corker.?She pulled up yet more evidence incriminating him.?After Tom declared bankruptcy, this is where you swindled his poor widowed mother ofwhatever nest egg she had built up for herself. You persuaded her to give her nest egg toTom, so that he may dig himself out of the. So every night Sally would dress up, bend over, hands on knees to be slippered or caned. Sometimes we didn’t bother with the bed, I would slide my cock into her while she was still bending. Sometimes we would be in the bar and I would send her to bed. Going up ten or so minutes later, Sally would be waiting, white blouse, blue uniform knickers, and a pleated skirt, and she would bend over to be disciplined.Towards the end of the week there was a free morning. I asked Sally whether she fancied. Now making tiny circles with my tongue, I tease my index finger around the very rim of your ever-moistening hole. I can feel you tense in anticipation, you are dying for me to slide it in, but I make you wait. I feed you another strawberry before reaching for the whole ones. It is big and cold and holds it shape, you find out exactly my thought process. I suck the very end of it and you watch as I ease it into your tight slit. You take a huge breath as the cold rush hits you before succumbing.