Pete then stood up and asked me to turn my chair to face him. Leaning forward, with both his hands on the arms of my chair, Pete’s mouth closed in o...n lips. He was panting with excitement as he began kissing me. “Jesus, David, I’ve wanted to do this for long. Please touch me, play with my dick, please David,” he begged in a gasping fashion.I moved my right hand forward and clamped onto his crotch. Pete’s dick was rock hard. “Aah, fuck yes, play with my knob,” he intoned between kisses. Lifting. She was clad in a black sari with a golden border. Her striking fair complexion draped in a cotton sari was exquisite to look at. Her cheeks had turned red and were glowing. After gazing at her he said 'to look at your beautiful figure.''If you have finished looking at, shall I go? She asked smilingly.'No, wait there's plenty to look at, ' he said.'How does it look, ' she said softly?'Your body looks ravishing, ' he said looking up from her feet up to her face.'Is it?' she asked straightening. We ended up laughing about the whole thing."We tried tying me up, but not you. Maybe I'd like a turn. Remember how I never used to like spanking somebody?" I nodded. "Well, now I do. I love to have you stretched over my lap and a paddle in my hand." That was true. I'd originally asked her to spank me so I could understand her desire to be paddled. The first time I called it off after three swats. It just hurt. On a later occasion, I just gritted my teeth and let her go on. By the end of it, I. Her eyes were green and shone with a proud intensity as she beamed on Penelope. There was a slight Irish lilt in her voice indicating that her parents spoke the old dialect, although her current tone and inflection indicated that her Texan peers had influenced her speech a great deal as well. It was, suffice it to say, an interesting combination of elements. "Ya ever caught a catfish before, punkin?" Not that big." Penelope replied, having recovered, but not wanting to seem suspicious, still.