She is wearing a garter belt and stockings with matching knickers. The fabric is worn and faded."Remove your stockings and knickers. I want to smack y...our bare ass Mrs Jones" Her hands are on my desk and she is bent over."Sir?"I impatiently, roughly, yank her panties down to mid thigh, and firmly smack each ass cheek. "Do not question me again Mrs Jones. Otherwise consider yourself fired."She unclips her laddered stockings and rolls them down her legs."Keep your legs straight Mrs Jones" My hand. “He’s been turning almost all of them down.”“There’s nothing like good, clean fun, Mike!” Dale declared.“If it’s not messy, you probably aren’t doing it right,” I said evenly.All three of my friends laughed hard for nearly a full minute.“The new and improved Mike meets with my approval,” Dale said.“Thanks,” I replied.We finished our lunches, said ‘goodbye’ to Dale, and then Jocelyn, Clarissa, and I headed back to the house to hang out for the rest of the afternoon.“There was a call while you. She knew she wasn't the most beautiful woman in the world, but she felt that at six feet tall and one hundred thirty five pounds, even her relatively plain features would be attractive to someone. She was physically fit, had a good job as an administrator in the local hospital and everyone said she was fun to be around. She just never seemed to meet the right type of guy.That day she had decided to walk the several miles to and from church and had been approaching the intersection around the. 1,2,3 wake up. She went back to the licking and I started to moan she asked if I was going come and I said yes. With that she started fingering herself as I pushed her away and laid her on the floor her hips were off the floor and fingers were slamming in herself. I looked at her and said ‘winter nights’ she looked around with horror and saw me watching. But kept up until she was coming. She finished and apologized for doing that in front of me and told me how ashamed she was. ‘Tropical.