Hot tears left trails of erotic feathers down my cheeks. My dick didn't change. If she hit it, it would explode, I was sure. "You do quick, girl." Her...gaze was steely. My head nodded. I bent and began rubbing the cream into my feet, holding in my groans and simply working quickly, emotional control a wild wavering thing held only in place by sheer terror of more pain on my newly baby-soft skin. The welt was still a line of red fire, and my left leg was trembling visibly with the continued. ”“No Georgia; it won’t work. Firstly it’s not you saying ‘Priapus’, it has to be other people; and secondly, if you remember I did tell you that it would take around 4 sessions to become effective.”“Oh yes; you did didn’t you? So when’s the next session? Can we do it now?”“Sorry; your brain needs time to assimilate the thoughts and ideas that I’ve just put there. I can book you in for the same time next week if that’s okay with you?”“I guess so.”“I think that it would be a good idea if you were. A pro what?A hooker; he's paying for sex. Something you'll find is not that uncommon. What is uncommon is what they start doing. She bosses him around, yells at him, hits him with a rolled up newspaper. She makes him do all kinds of weird stuff. That's when the Bottom started to get a little worried. When I asked why, Bottom mentions her high-heel shoes. Now I'm get worried. The without any warning I'm pulled off the bed and dropped on the floor. The next two hours were a nightmare of ripping. I know how much he loves to be turned on visually’, but this seemed to be a discussion that was already decided: sex after 30 does not exist. I feel myself turning pink in the cheeks just thinking about it…….and I also am experiencing a very damp sensation in my panties. I got up to refill everyone’s cup and was thinking ‘for heaven’s sake! You’re acting like a young girl who has just reached puberty….pull yourself together!’ We sat around drinking coffee and making more ‘woman talk’ when I.