Coming then into my chamber, and seeing me lie alone, with my face turned from the light towards the inside of the bed, he, without more ado, just sli...ped off his breeches, for the greater ease and enjoyment of the naked touch; and softly turning up my petticoats and shift behind, opened the prospect of the back avenue to the genial seat of pleasure; where, as I lay at my side length, inclining rather face downward, I appeared full fair, and liable to be entered. Laying himself gently down by. “What implement would you like for your punishment? Keep in mind that the implement you choose will determine how many strokes you get. It’s difficult to explain, but the punishment will end when it needs to end. It’s about where your mind is taken as a result of it, not about how many strokes have been delivered.” Christine thought about what Mark said. She decided that the best choice would be the hardest one – that would mean that she would take fewer strokes. She said, “The brush, please.”. He paid my fee and took out a two-time insertion in the Personals column of a well-known weekly."Hello, Mr. Wordsmith. I got a response from a woman who's interested in me. Wants me to write her a letter telling all about myself. Needs to be persuaded that I'm the right one for her. So, how much extra if you take care of that for me, too?"Complications. It seemed that my pimply teenage ugly duckling millionaire needed extra services. Well, why not? Money was hard to come by back in those. I didn’t care. All that mattered was Mrs Hotter as my hands reached underneath her to grab at her tits. She was wearing a bra this evening, but that didn’t stop her nipples from protruding in their obscenely bovine way.Mrs Hotter was extremely wet. She was always extremely wet. My cock slid with ease back and forth as she moaned and groaned. She was always so extremely worked up, always so extremely willing. Her husband must be a maniac not to be interested in her. And now she was offering me.