One way was to bend them over a desk or couch and hit them on the seat of their skirts or trousers with a paddle.Anyone who thinks that is getting off... easy has never seen or had a paddling. In high school, I knew guys who would show their behinds to us after being struck over their jeans. Believe me, those pants didn’t offer much protection against determined paddle swings. Their asses were seriously bruised afterwards.The other option for misbehaving females was to take them over one’s lap and. “Champagne?” He stood still as the sexual tension between the duo crackled like a fire burning brightly in a fireplace. The heat radiated off of them and Julian was enthused that he was not alone in his current state. “No, no…” Kenya’s voice was edged with the sexual energy that burned within her body. “I have better things on my mind, and if you don’t mind…” She dropped to her knees and had Anthony’s dick in her mouth instantly. She could not wait to taste him. "Holy shit! Uhhh!” Anthony’s. On the other hand, Lola's "My Friend" could be much better man for her than I had been and her relation with him would give her a quantum leap forward to a better life why she had no objections to terminate our, in her opinion, now unhappy marriage as soon as possible. Even that could be an explanation to her behavior.Nine o'clock the next morning I got bingo. I logged in to the site where the trojan program stored messages from Lola's cell phone. She had sent a text message, which read;"My. "Busy day?" I asked."No, not really. The ad executive took me out to dinner, and then he got called back to the office before I could earn my money."Gerri has four or five regular clients. There's the managing partner, the rock musician, the rich young playboy, and the ad executive, who is her least favorite. There's also the private dick, I guess, although I don't really pay enough to be considered a client."Lucky you," I said."I suppose. So you have some new pictures?" Yep. Took them this.