Ifeel protected in the hot water. Almost as if I’m inthe womb again. It’s easy for me to forget my troublesand let my fantasies kick in. I...can stay in the tub forhours!As my mind began to wander, I closed my eyes and myhands began to caress the silky, oily surface of myskin. Finger tips grazed the skin, up and down mysides, feeling the swell of my hips as they flared outof the hollow of my narrow waist.In my fantasy, these were the hands of a super-lover. Aman who possessed every. 5 she was wearing spread its sensual scent into my head, adding to the melting pot of sublime sensations.It had never been quite so intense between us. Something about her feverish excitement, the look of desire (and a hell of a lot of other things) in her eyes, her pert breasts with their cleavage showing in the V of her coat's neckline (just a hint of a bottle green lacy confection of a bra), the sudden need, the knowledge of the unlocked front door, the feel, smell and taste of her, oh all. He's half your age. Act yours.The self-recrimination didn't keep her eyes from drifting back to his muscled body as he carried the new television to the entertainment center and sat it down. When he knelt down to deal with the cables, she fanned her suddenly very warm face. A moment later, she tugged at the neck of her sweater to fan her chest as well.Regina's thoughts drifted back to one of the most disturbing and embarrassing moments of her life — one that she'd never spoken of. It was an. “Miss Jordan, why do I have to wear these clothes?”“That’s a fair question, Dave. You want a spanking, what is a fair exchange? We’ve already established a price for your labor, which is $2 over minimum wage. If you worked all day, you wouldn’t earn enough for one of my normal spankings. That is, earning a wage appropriate for a boy doing work around my house. But as a maid, Dave, as a provider of maid services, then we approach an even exchange, as the value of your labor increases. Do.