It is the surprise when it happens that causes my weak verbal protest. I feel my ass warming from his abuse. If I could turn to look, a sharply contra...ted handprint would be starting to form, the red heat of its contact contrasting the white of my never tanned ass. I dare not break my position of attention, though, until Gunny directs me to. He bends at the waist to look between my legs and is treated to the full gusset beauty of my lips filling the crotch of my panties. I have been gathering. . I wear spedo's and a racing shirtwith my logo on it "YOU NEED-GOT SPEED!" I get some funny looks from people but thats okay I want to be noticed!I got to admit my ass looks really hot in these things and all the bike riding keeps me toned! This one day I'm delivering a letter to a business in this high rise building so I secure my bike and go inside I let the security guy know who I am andwhere I'm going he points to the elevator and says floor twelve "Got it" I say as I dash for the. I wonderedif the punishment fit the crime. Picturing that event caused my cock to beginthrobbing in my pants again. I needed another cold shower. In the evening I was in the hotel bar. I had an early flight and I wantedto soak up some more of the Shanghai atmosphere. My ears heard two pairs ofhigh heels. Swiveling quickly on my bar stool I saw the backs of two incrediblysexy Chinese women. Or what I thought were Chinese, one turned out to be Korean.I had no idea women in Shanghai dressed like. " Who shot your husband?" Detective Harris asked."It was an accident," Nicky said."Mrs. Anderson, who shot your husband?" Detective Harris asked again."John Parker," Nicky said in a voice just barely above a whisper."Who is John Parker?" He's a phys Ed teacher at my school." Where were you when your husband was shot?" Detective Harris asked."I was hiding in my closet." If you were hiding in your closet, how do you know the shooting was an accident?" Detective Harris asked."John told me what.