Usually, I also remember why - that I knew while I was copying that I was going to get a particularly well deserved punishment.Writing out a new copy ...f the rules is never a mechanical operation for me. I can't help but read them while I write, and reading them brings each one into sharp focus, and the writing can only go so fast, so each one is present in me for as long as that takes.As I start writing out "I must be nude for discipline," I usually think to myself that that's certainly already. Wendy could hear a man's voice in the small hallway that was barely big enough to stand a bicycle, but the conversation was mostly "yeah", "yeah" and "that's OK."Woz returned, bringing the man in with her. He was a tall black man, with what looked like a nylon tea cosy on his head, with 'Tommy Hilfiger' written across it. He was smoking a cigarette and had a sickly grin across his face."Hope you don't mind, Wen sweetest," Woz said with an apologetic smile. "But a girl's gotta make a living. You. His balls were tight against his body and he was now stroking very fast.He laid the magazine down on the bed and she could see the beautiful woman whose picture he had been staring at...She had big full breasts and long blonde hair...her butt was in the air in one pose and she was standing in the other.He started to moan - and his stroking was furious now, up and down his hand went pulling the skin on his big dick and clear sticky fluid started to ooze from the end of it and wet his shaft and. I wish l’d done it earlier it’s been wonderful, and now with Dan and Laura as well it has been perfect.”David pulled up outside the house, they sat there still for a moment.“Can we go in and fuck?” She said.“No Mum,” he replied, “you go on in, l’m going down to town, l won’t be long.”“You’re very cruel,” she giggled, “you’ve got me all wet telling you that, now you leave me all frustrated, l’m going to have to go in there and frig myself off all on my own.”“If l come in there now Mum l’m going.