One thing that needs to be noted, was that Yvonne initially received at least as much attention from the boys, as did her friends, but while her frien...s all encouraged this attention, Yvonne did not, refusing all offers of meetings or nights out. Very rapidly, the boys lost interest in trying, and Yvonne was labelled as cold and stuck up. This label didn't upset her at all, in fact she welcomed the abatement in, what had initially been, their constant attention.Anyhow, time passed. The other. Just as I leaned forward to spy through the hole a semi erect cock poked its way through stopping inches from my face. "That's incredible" I whispered barely audible to my visitor through the wall, before scooting closer to the wall. I paused to inspect his thick plump cock before leaning forward to wrap my lips around the head of his cock. The man let out a sigh of approval the moment my lips locked around his shaft. I held his cock in my mouth as I applied pressure with my lips while tonguing. Why did you come?” She swallowed. “Because I couldn't hold this in anymore. I've felt I should for a long time.” “And why didn't you before?” “I was afraid.” He grinned biting his lip. “Afraid of what? Punishment?” She felt her nipples harden at the idea of him punishing her. She forced herself to speak and remain with decent thoughts. “I was, but I accept my consequences.” “Do you?” he challenged. She nodded. “I do.” “Then get up and bend over the arm of the couch.” “What?!” she asked, shocked. But he was able to check himself. Somehow he was able to keep himself in place, waiting to be told to rise.’ ‘Oh Good boy,’ Carol whispered and reached to stroke his cheek again. ‘You may go.’ Jon rose, retrieved his briefcase, and went to shower. When he came out of the bathroom he found a pair of shiny black satin pajamas lying on the bed, a pair of matching slippers and a smoking jacket like Hugh Hefner had always worn. He smiled at the image he saw in the mirror after he dressed. If only he.