She went to kitchen and brought me juices. We sat both on the sofa opposite to each other. She was looking at my arms and chest. Finally she looked at... the bulge in my jeans and laughed. I asked why she is laughing; she pointed her fingers to my jeans. I said I can’t control myself seeing her so close. She said, then why am I waiting for. Hearing this I went near her and touched her shoulders and hugged her so tight. She clasped me so tight and I kissed on her ears and gave a small bite on her. " George sat on the bed beside Michelle and just looked at her."Don't look at me like that." Michelle bowed her head. "You must think I'm just the biggest slut in..."George grabbed her shoulders and turned her toward him. "Don't ever say that. I mean it." Michelle was surprised at George's intensity. "Don't you ever say that -I think you're incredible, I think you're beautiful, you're smart, you're - you are not a... you're not, alright? I'll go get your clothes."When George came back with her. The speed and the power behind the rapid spanks had me screaming in pain and desperate to break free. I thrashed around but could not escape her. Finally, I stopped struggling and lay helpless under the spanks. After a few, Marsha stopped and whispered’ good girl’ and then pressed the vibrator hard onto my swollen and over stimulated clit. An involuntary ‘oh my god!’ escaped my lips as an overwhelming burst of pleasure stormed through my body. In an almost detached way I could feel my hips. In fact, you've called me on the plane. Isn't that cool?"Constance realized that she had been distracted earlier. And reading between the lines of the conversation that ensued, I could tell that Constance continued to be secretly pleased to get back to her life and routines, without the added pressures of dealing with my every little need. Even though I went to great lengths to avoid being a burden, she was burdened because her boss and his boss demanded that she take personal responsibility.