I certainly don’t want to report to Mr. Harding how insolent you’ve been.’ She’d had enough. ‘How dare you!’ Her fury was not hard to miss... Donovan was actually enjoying it. No wonder Frank Harding found her so amusing. ‘I came here to interview you, at Mr. Harding’s request. You’ve been beyond rude since I walked in the door, and far more insolent than I’ve ever thought of being. I don’t care who you are and I don’t care who you plan to report to, I’m leaving.’ Donovan was beginning to. Make it to what? she wondered. "How many," she managed, through the tears. "Twenty-five." Oh God, I'll never make that. Perhaps sensing this, Karen went fast--whack, whack, whack--on each cheek. They weren't even that hard, but after the strap, it hurt. Sitting on the plane was not going to be fun. The whacks continued, the poor, tortured skin of her ass getting hotter and hotter. Karen turned her head and wiped away the tears with her hand, then kissed her. "That's all, baby. You made it.". You want me. This thought races through your head as a single and unchanging truth. Your body is screaming at you, begging you for what it craves. You turn your head, catching my lips in a deep and passionate kiss. As you pull away I look into your eyes, clouded with desire and telling me what you want. You twist your body slightly, shifting and seeming to float back to lay down on the couch while at the same time pulling me over the back rest and down onto your body. You are just now noticing. It was then that I noticed he had a lazy one going on down below and for some reason, I wanted to touch it in the worst way. I just wanted to feel it, you know, all hardening and slippery from the soap. I was a goner from that point on. His dick got very hard and he started kissing me and sucking on my nipples and I bit his neck and was stroking his by now very hard penis. This goes on until we can’t stand it and he lifts me up onto the little kitchen table and we start fucking right in his.