Not again.“But the strap went down again with all the force at her command...With a shriek, Julia catapulted backwards, clasping the welt, almost fa...ling off the table. No longer did she care about how her naked breasts danced before the eyes of the Negro. She only cared about the pain ceasing... and about avoiding more.„Miss... yes... M-Miss... „ she cried.Hating herself for doing it. Hating to have to do it. But driven to it by dread of pain.„You always address me as `Miss´“ said the blonde. The woman behind the desk was possibly the sexiest woman I have ever seen. She was wearing a skin tight midi-dress that barely covered her huge breasts and tight ass. Her bleach blond hair was very wavy and even without her makeup on she would have been a goddess. I think to myself what I would give to have 30 minutes with her, but I knew that I didn't have a chance in hell.I was 5' 10" and 180 lbs. I was fairly handsome, but I had no muscle mass or charm. I was a nerd who had hardly any. I noticed his cock head peeking through his foreskin it had some sticky white substance glued to it, I pulled the foreskin back and noticed his cock head was covered with a thin white film. I rubbed it off and brought it to my nose, it had a strong male musky scent; I licked it with my tongue and loved the pungent male taste.``Gregg, would you please do my front? '' I said in a desire filled trembling voice.``Gladly! '' He rapidly replied.He gently applied some lotion all over my breasts and. ”“What's that?”“You forget where you saw them. My wife and daughter would kill me.”“What the hell is in that envelope?”“Wait until break-time.”Loni wore a casual dress that day. Fred said she designed and made it herself. When she leaned over my desk to bring me her work, I tried not to stare at her cleavage. Her aroma was natural, healthy, a hint of sweetness, very feminine, but only mildly sexual – maybe the way a goddess would smell.When she left the room, Fred tossed me some coins. .