It stings so. Can’t you stop? I will be sooo good.” “That’s how spanking are supposed to feel. I hope you take advantage of the nice job I a... doing for you. Now keep up the count, I don’t want to go too far.” Angie maintained a nice cadence, delivering sharp cracks about every five seconds. Left, Right, High and Low. The girl’s legs forced themselves up, and the cute bottom bounced and rolled with each hot kiss of her boss’ hand. Each loud slap was answered as instructed, but sometimes it was. As if it's her first orgasm; like it's the first time she's ever felt something so intense. She tells me that's what it feels like, too. That she's never come close to having an orgasm the way she does with me.Her body trembles violently against me as her breath comes out in hard, ragged whimpers. She grips at whatever she can reach- usually me- and her nails draw a small amount of blood nearly every time.It's the sexiest, most beautiful, most incredible scene to watch her let go like that. I. I sought temporary refuge in the attic nursery, mercifully free of Chinese students. From my vantage point, I looked through the sash window down onto the cars parked along Doughty Street. Directly opposite, I spotted a silver Porsche Spyder convertible, identical to the one an old lover of mine named Carlotta had once owned.Back then, these classic sports racing cars were something of a rarity; in 2020 there would probably be less than one hundred of them still on the roads, worldwide. Legend. She hung there for a moment, taking several deep breaths to calm her shattered nerves, then pulled herself the rest of the way out and rolled over onto the floor. She lay there several more minutes while she recovered from her incredible, nightmarish ordeal.Sitting up and looking around, she found herself in a game room. There was a pool table, a ping pong table and an old-style computer console. An old-style mechanical pinball machine was providing the only light in the room from its display.