” I stammered. “Very well, we’ll begin.” I felt the cold slick leather swat return to my left buttock. In some ways, the rubbing back and for...h eased the throbbing of my earlier paddling. He tapped a few times, finding the perfect spot with which to begin. “Thwaaaack”. My head jerked up as the swat landed square on the sit spot on my left cheek. God, he’d put some strength behind that. “Aaaaahh!” I caught my breath. “One… thank you, sir.” I gasped. “Please… may I…. have another?” I managed. Antony reached down and grabbed her hair to stop her, and pulled her up so he could look her in the eye. “Bend over the desk” Was all he said hoarsely and he turned her round till she was bent forward, he lifted up her skirt, slowly, teasing the inside of her thighs as he did, feeling the cum dripping down her legs. “Oh, you want this don’t you, baby?” He said wickedly and once again put two fingers inside her causing her to moan loudly. He placed himself behind her and bent over her so he. .." he gulps out. I think he's surprised at my brazenness, but I don't care. I want him again, and I'll have him. I suck the head as hard as I can because I know it drives him crazy. His moan of pleasure tells me it's going well. I take him as deep as I can, and then caress his balls. I love that he keeps himself natural for me, some women have problems with their hairy men, I just love him the way he is. I pull back to lick his balls, and I gently take each one into my mouth and suck it softly. Jake knew that word would soon pass throughout the South Island and particularly in the Christchurch area, that a famous rock musician had bought a huge chunk of hillside property and was planning to build a mansion there (although he wasn't really going for mansion at all, a nice three to four thousand square foot single-level would do nicely). Some people would be thrilled about this, others, perhaps even the majority, would be resentful. Jake hoped to mitigate this resentment to some degree.