“Speak only when spoken to, boy!” shouted the President and he started smacking James all over his thighs, and with every spank his erection grew ...tronger. “Yes, Mister President!” cried James. “Oh, yes! Yes Mister President!” He was surprisingly loving what was happening to him, getting dominated by this attractive, powerful man. Victor stopped, and James suddenly missed the feeling of getting his inner thighs spanked.Victor grabbed James’ face to meet his blazing eyes. “You like that, don’t. Et me first say that this is a real story, just as all of my other stories. Nothing is made up and nothing is exaggerated. Hope you enjoy it and please share your thoughts in the comments .. The day had slipped by on fast forward as we had been shopping, the sun had glided across the sky and had started to dim. We had begun to walk back to our campsite when I saw the local pub nearby. “I fancy a pint babe,” I blurted out. I needed it to take the guilty thoughts away. “Hmm, don’t stay out too late Mister,” she said, as she pecked me on the cheek. “Don’t come back too drunk.” I promised her I wouldn’t, before entering the pub. The locals were arrayed around the establishment in. That Delonnie family is a bunch of characters, though, aren't they? What was going on with her in the client room today? Or is that -- you know -- private?" No, it wasn't private. Not even close. She used to sit there in her clothes and masturbate, but today for some reason she showed up naked and did it. On top of that, she's on some kind of masturbation campaign. She wants everyone around her to do it. If you want to do business with her, you have to play along."Now that they're buying that.