“Mmm, good. XXX His body tingling all over. Pink handprints appeared on the sissy’s rear then faded before the next swat. It didn’t help that she tended to dress sexier than usual. Certainly better than unemployment.” Grant gave him a smile. Black high heels lay on the floor beneath. Grant, Ben, and his wife Tilda. Standing back up Ian asked, “May I go home now, sir?”
Grant simply waved him away. Ian?”
“Wendy, I…”
“Hush Ian.” Grant interrupted the wimp. Ian lapped up his wife’s juices as her thighs trembled and she moaned loudly. Another paper on his desk. “Shit yeah!” He cried as she gripped the steering wheel. Worried that he would get in trouble if he asked permission to clean himself up. His nipples hardened from the sensation. When his tongue slid between her netherlips,
