He was sick and selfish - he deserved to hit bottom, he really did. Maybe it would teach him the value of things in his life beyond cash and card game..., or maybe he didn't deserve me at all. But the more I thought about it, and the more I watched him recklessly betting with his last thousand dollars, with my body on the line, the more I found myself rooting against him. Rooting for him was doing me no good, I realized. He didn't deserve my support anyway. I leaned on Deon, rubbing his back with. ”“What if they don’t like me?”“They’ll love you.”“What if they do like me? Am I ready for this, Tony?”“Hey! Allison. I fell in love with you the same morning Jonathan did. You are my Diva. You’ve been in Seattle for a year now. People love you. But that’s not all. You’ve played racquetball in the fucking World Championships. You’ve won the fucking Intercollegiates. You’ve won the fucking Opens. You’ve even kept forty tweens occupied for a week at a time. Everyone here is in awe of you—including. Please fuck me?” she asked as she opened her eyes. Damn she looked hot. Her hands pinned above her head, that sexy sweat only women can do, and the look on her face. A hungry look. She was loving this. Good. So was I. “Oh hell yes, but first I'm going to return the favor remember?” I asked her as I slowly slipped her shorts off with my free hand. It took a few seconds, the shorts were tight as hell and I had to lower one side and then the other until they slipped down over her wonderful thighs.. I like to write another installment specially for you!Let us talk about it to make sure I will get you wet and hot reading it! I have a very successfull series Spanking School. Most recent installment is just up today.I am assisted in teaching there by our good mutual fine female friend Jennifer from Canadian TV formerly.I wonder how come such a great spanking culture over there? Is it Anglosaxon sex style, like in UK and USA?If you find time to talk a bit back,I could write one tonight.