Another few slaps on Paul's buttocks and he felt himself cry out."That's what I want to hear,my boy",the monk said with excitement.By now Sharon was r...ally crying and screaming out,Paul could only imagine the scene;the nun bringing down her hand on Sharon's bare,very sexy bottom,but he was dealing with his own torture.The monk was using all his strength,and no doubt expertise and experience in delivering a very severe spanking to Paul. Paul began to really struggle with the pain.He heard. Like all the male employees he enjoyed looking at her, especially when she wore outfits that left little to the imagination.“What did you hear about Lynn?” I asked as I started pushing a row of carts back into the store.“Last night Eric saw her giving Rich Fogel a blowjob in his Trans Am,” he said.“Gross,” I replied, “Rich is the worst.”“True,” Alex said. “Everyone hates him, well except for Lynn.”Alex was right everyone in the store hated Rich. Rich was thirty-five and started working at. I waited until the last second to say it. By the time the words Im gonna come! left my lips, it was too late for the boss to stop it. Clearly aware of this, he continued pounding me, pushing me past the point of no return. Moans shot past my lips as my entire body came to life. My eyes rolled back in my skull. My head shot back. My back arched. The cold wood of the desk felt great against my erect nipple. My sweat-covered body began to tremble. The shuddering intensified until only my pussy was. That's when it truly becamebondage. That's when he learned that she was in charge.She loved the newfound dominance. Seeing her man helpless made her wet.Seeing her man looking more like a woman than he should made her flushedand seeing her man mincing in higher heels than she had ever worn madeher orgasm more than she had in their ten year marriage.The first gag was a small ball with a string. She pulled it snuggly andtied it with a bow. It was tight but by relaxing his jaw and pushing withhis.