She cleaned and came we had breakfast which I brought it from a hotel while she was cleaning herself, in dining table she was near me while we were ha...ing our breakfast I was sucking her boobs and she said are you so desperate to fuck me? I said fuck yea I am so desperate about you, we had our breakfast and I took her in my arms made her fall on the bed, I was knelling down started to kiss her feet starting from her feet I was sucking it and kissing I reached her thigh and it was kinda bulgy. I don’t find them interesting … except for Susan. Susan! Susan is …? … ? Interesting. For the life of me I don’t know what’s interesting about a middle-class white woman in suburban America.~~~ It’s not guilt. I just worked that out. I think it’s shame; and that burns so much hotter than guilt. If it was just the incident at the kindergarten barbecue, then maybe it would be guilt. Maybe I could deal with that more easily. Heck, maybe I would have forgotten about it by now. Forgotten about her. This did not help the erection and the fact I was about to erupt. Then the first slap of the riding crop woke me out of the daze.She continues to alternate between spanking and caressing my bottom. She then reaches through my legs and grabs my balls. "You must never come unless I tell you to." I responded with a weak "Yes ma'am." With that she swatted me and pulled harder on my balls saying "YES WHAT!" I of course replied with the correct answer, "YES, MISTRESS!" She said that was better and I. “'Let me hear you play baby,' and 'Sing one for me sweetie,” then it's fuck and out the door. I don't need this. Hey Mac. Can I have my keys?” “Sorry, Sunshine,” he said. “Once the keys are in the bowl you can't get them out until we open in the morning.” “Guess I'll walk then,” she said. She slid off the bar stool, stood digging into the pocket of her shorts, dug out a couple of crumpled dollar bills which she tossed on the bar. “Can I use your office for awhile?” the guitarist asked. “Knock.