"You do this very well, you know," he told her and gently caressed the sides of her face with his hands. Almost as a reward for saying such sweet thin...s to her, Jenny ran her tongue slowly along the ridge of his corona, tickling his most sensitive spot."Mmmmm," he groaned appreciatively. "That's nice, baby, really nice."Jenny popped him from her mouth to inquire, "Do all the girls working here suck your cock, Mr. Franck?" No, not all of them." Who else besides me?" Why do you ask?" I wanna. “Mel likes to get done over and on all kinds of tables,” my wife shot back over her shoulder.“You mean...?” Andy asked.“Yep. I think you are about to get the Melanie world tour,” I replied.“The deluxe version,” Mel confirmed as she waved us over to the table.Andy looked like he couldn't believe his luck. Who could blame him? I mean, how often do you get propositioned by a gorgeous, sexy woman who looks like a super-model, only better, and clearly wants nothing more than to get screwed. I pull up in front of her house, crumple the printed map, and reach across to the passenger seat for the clutch of flowers I had brought. Exiting the car, I close the door softly so as not to give away my presence too soon. I stand in front of the car, still for a moment, the ticking of the cooling engine loud in the early evening air. Looking around, I soak in the brick facade of her home, exactly as I had envisioned it from the house plans she had sent me. I smile wryly to myself. Soaking it. He showed me the articles asking me to read them and let him know what I thought. As I read the incredible erotic stories that accompanied the graphic pictures I was becoming very aroused and couldn't help but squeeze my thighs together. Peter could see me getting more and more flushed in the face and my breathing becoming more rapid. He then asked me bluntly if I wanted to find out more and if I trusted him to teach and show me.Sexy spell for some serious spanking over the knee for her first.