I got the feeling I was going to get the conversation I didn’t get the first time we met. We both sat down, and I could tell from the look on his fa...e this was going to be a serious conversation.“Let me start off by saying from what little I’ve interacted with you, and from what a couple people have told me, you seem to be an intelligent, respectful young man.”He took a fairly long pause. If he was doing it for dramatic effect, it was lost on me. We both knew what this conversation was, he. .. are you into spanking?"“I wasn’t, but I am now,” he laughs.I giggle and respond, “It’s a pretty big fetish of mine. I didn’t think a man would ever understand and was shy about mentioning it to you.”“Wait, so you haven’t actually been spanked? But, you described it so vividly.”“Nope, just a fantasy I’ve had for a very long time.”“Cassie … I would love to be the first man to spank you. I’m aching just thinking about it, baby.”I’m suddenly flushed by his words - by the vision of what he’s. The boy was unsure of where to look – at his sister as she gave him intense pleasure or at his mother who was now being licked by his teacher. Never had he or any boy he knew had such a dilemma.Sue was reliving her youth and experiencing more joy than she had in her entire marriage. A part of her felt guilty about that but a larger part wanted to cry out her joy.Alicia slowly brushed her fingers up and down Sue's lips, letting her thumb brush against her now engorged clit. Still suckling a. At around 1am, I saw Morgan emerge from the dressing room in her street clothes. Her shift had obviously ended. She looked up at me as she passed by to get a bouncer to escort her out. She didn't smile, nod or anything. She just walked past me. I was pissed off at this point. If they gave me any bullshit about taking advantage of them while we were on acid, I was going to tell them to go fuck themselves. If they couldn't handle their drugs, then why take them? I was extra careful all night not.