"He chuckled at 'forward'. "I'm sounding like Dad," he thought. "Anyway, she certainly can be fun and she's very, very pretty. I must see if she'll co...me out with me rather than just commute."As usual he walked to the rugby ground the next day. The beer intake after the match totally precluded driving. He thoroughly enjoyed the game. It was hard fought but that was always more fun than a walkover or a thrashing. He played well too and received a number of pats on the back as well as being told. I told him I was retired, and not interested in doing that again. However, he smiled and said he was aware of that.We were at a bench in the back, and he said he was not interested in anything like that. But he had a crush on me though, and admitted he would like to take me out sometime. And he did seem like a nice kid. He said he simply wanted me to know that he was aware of who I was, so I would not feel the need to hide it. And, I actually got that. Finally, I agreed the next month when he. At 1 am, Jane heads north in the rental car. At 0130, Gun and I head to Tompkins Truckstop, 10 km north of town. Any cop leaving town to get to the restaurant will have to pass by the truck stop. We park beside the truck bays to the shop. It is a place that people would expect a vehicle to be parked for the night, but out of sight of the gas station, so the attendant won’t suspect anything.At 0150, Jane is on the radio saying, “Mother Bear, in position. Climbing the hill now.”We chose the. That was just what she wanted to do. “Yes please, Miss” she replied quickly groaning but feeling aroused at the same time. “My rules; my discipline. You obey me or get spanked. Understood?” Again Miss Emily smacked the back of Sharon’s leg. She looked at how red the leg was. Good, she thought. Sharon was taking the smacking which showed she was delegating control over her. Sharon gasped again before wincing and saying, “Yes, Miss.” Emily stopped smacking Sharon and just said, “Good. That’s.