" The smile had dropped from his face, "Don't make me ask you twice."I couldn't believe this is really what he wanted me to do, to be spanked by anoth...r man at my age. It was preposterous, "No, this is not right, you cannot do this, I will tell Mrs. Kabak what you have tried to do to me."His hand slammed down on the wooden top, "My wife did not know she had hired a little pervert, and whose word do you think she will believe, me or you?" With one movement he lifted me and placed me over the. Ealya kept this up for quite some time, earning valuable heirlooms from locals in exchange for work, when she spotted an undead. She noticed that he was remarkable well preserved for an undead, hardly any rot on him. He also seemed to be better equipped than most horde in the area. He wore elegant dark robes as well as a hood over his face. He would cast a spell and any creature near him would either flee in fear or drop dead, clutching their head. Ealya thought that this undead may not be as. "Hi, Mrs Reynolds, how are you? I thought it was you through the window. This is Bryn, a mate of mine, we're home for a couple of days."It was a jolt to hear Matt's voice again."Hello," I stuttered, "great to see you, hello, Bryn, Yes, Sheila said you were coming home. Sit down and have a coffee." We'd love to, but we're late meeting another friend for lunch, if you don't mind we could maybe pop by this evening on our way out, if that's OK?" Yes, please do, I'd love to know about uni life."And. Each page of the photo pockets opened another possible blackmail avenue. Navigating through the photo sleeves was a journey through my friend’s lifetime of fantasies. I was trying hard to hold it together as I recognized the spanking themes he had written about, which he had covertly brought to life. In my hands I had his adventures made during his times in Charlotte or the cabin on Lake Norman. I came to the conclusion that the uniqueness of my possession was very valuable, but was it.