Time lost all meaning for me as she fondled and licked and stroked and sucked and caressed me, keeping her actions slow and measured. She knew me well... she knew how to read my body, she knew how to play my body, she knew just how much I could take without being drawn toward the brink. Yet she was able to nonetheless bring me to the point where my will and self-control began to break down. Leaning forward, my hands flat upon the windowsill, I forced her to lean back against the short wall. "Come over here. Take down your pants." She froze and a pit opened up in her stomach. She knew that this meant he was going to spank her. He had always had an interest in spanking, and together they had discovered that for her it was a particularly effective stress reliever. She blushed and slowly moved her hands to her waist and unbuckled her belt and unsnapped her pants. Before she could lower her pants, he stopped her. "Wait. Before you drop your pants, take that belt out and give it to me.". I wrapped my arms around his neck and he picked me up like when I was 5 and with my legs wrapped around his body he lead me over to their bed. Before he set me down he placed me back on the floor and he started to undress me. He pulled my shirt over my head and reached behind to unhook my bra exposing my perky maturing breasts. Next came my pants "these will be easy your pants are already unbuttoned pumpkin" he kissed my stomach as he bent down to pull my jeans off my legs. My mom came behind. Afternoon should make some of it happen also.”Okay here’s the deal: I’m pretty bad at understanding signals and nuance in human interactions. This has caused me a lot of problems in my career. I take things very literally, so when she says she’d like early afternoon I take that as a command. But then when she implies that she prefers the morning, I’m confused. Reading it over several times, I felt that she preferred the morning and the “giant” challenge of that but that she wanted to give me an.