And beneath it ... she slipped into herself, and the ache intensified and sweetened.She WAS a bad girl. A little bit of pride flickered in her heart. ...ouching herself wasn't disgusting, it felt good. Really, really good, in fact. Fine, if she was a bad girl, she'd be a Bad Girl. She'd been punished before, many times, and she'd learned that sometimes being Bad was worth the paddle, even the crop. This seemed to be one of those times.She rocked her hand on its heel, pressing at the top, probing. She had absolutely nothing to work from – the condominium had three walls of concrete and one of glass, concrete floors and a double door into the foyer I shared with the other five apartments on the floor. I gave her a budget, largely dictated by the financing for the purchase, and she went to work. What she came up with was breathtaking. Over the next six months Mariana and I spent a great deal of time together and we got to be very good friends – the kind that a man and a women can be. Feeling movement in her hips, he applied pressure, meaning to start thrusting the remaining two inches home.“Alain, please hold still a little longer. I’m very sensitive and tender.” She looked down and saw he only had about two inches to go before he was bottomed out. “Let me do the work for a minute, at my own pace.”Trish eased down, a feeling of proud accomplishment as another inch sank into her proud mound. She held still, the sensitivity and tension in her sheath nearly overwhelming. Wendy stepped inside, without saying anything. She took Burnside’s hand, kissed her, and pulled the towel off. Suddenly their roles were reversed. Burnside was nude, with a nervous expression on her face, while Wendy was fully dressed staring into her eyes with an intensity that made the professor nervous. Wendy grabbed Burnside’s other hand and pressed her back against a dresser. She kissed Burnside passionately, first on the mouth, then on her breasts and neck. Burnside’s body responded.