I even wanted to start another fight just so I could do it again." "And that is what you need to be punished for?" "Yes." I loved hearing her ask to b...e punished by me. She was so submissive to me, and I loved to punish her. "Go get ready.", I told her. She walked into the guest room where she would get ready for me. She was used to this procedure. All she really had to do was strip down to her panties, and they had to be thin white ones that were worn just for this occasion. As she was getting. I have loved her since college, though we are now two years from our last passing through those ivy gates, and working in the clean grey town nearby: an adjustment to adult life that has replaced schoolboy days without fanfare and has yet to feel quite right to me. We are meeting for dinner, though only as old friends, we have never dated—she has never seemed interested. Who knows what factors determine a woman’s attraction to a man: his chances to make a good living, and whether he is socially. Then, without even giving me time to respond, she flexed her legs against the middle of my back, pulling us together while vigorously forcing my cock deep into her tight wet pussy. Her mouth planted fully against mine in a dirty kiss, and with a raw intensity my whole body exploded with burning pleasure as I felt every inch of her wrap around my throbbing shaft. What started as slow strokes, lead to harder and harder pounding, and I could see her back start to arch off the bed as she positions. I closed my eyes for a moment; but I then heard an unexpected noise coming from the hall. Probably would be one of the cleaning ladies, making her way through the building. Suddenly, a shadow appeared in my doorway. I looked over and gasped; but then I recognized the broad smile.He looked at me as if he had caught me doing something naughty. He entered the office and his strong arms encircled my waist as I lifted my face towards his lips. A fire rushed through my body.As his hands slowly rubbed.