"I looked at you and flashed you a seductive grin and purred, "I'm not hungry at all daddy. All I want right now is you!"You left the waiter a tip, an...d pointed to your pants. It was apparent you were turned on by the tent in your trousers. I suggested that you walk close to me so no one would notice.We got in the car and you quickly drove to your motel. You looked around carefully then grabbed my bad and escorted me inside.We had barely got into the room when you pulled me close and kissed me. John turned her around, roughly and with one movement he was kissing the back of her neck, had cupped one of her breasts and had pulled down her panties to her knees and was rubbing her totally bald pussy."Oh Daddy" Laura moaned softly.John was in no mood for niceties though. He inserted two fingers into her pussy whilst easing his throbbing cock out of his trousers and pushing it hard against her as he wanked himself.Laura was wet, very wet and she could also feel precum on his dick as he. She was just warming up and getting back into the swing of spanking someone. Within the next two minutes, Claire had found her range and the punishment intensified as her small right hand slapped my bum cheeks slowly and solidly, the young teacher deliberately landing the hard palm of her right hand alternately against my right, then my left, buttock, at regular intervals.“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”The twenty-nine-year-old woman said nothing. Instead, she was concentrating. Girl-gab for sure. It was the kind of talk that men, even husbands,never hear. Complaints? Lots. Regrets? Sure. As the two of us passed the timewith chit-chat and secret whispers of old college-era boyfriends, the talkcomfortably progressed to sex; the kind of girlish sex-talk that male earsnever hear. Then, like deer in the headlights, the conversation suddenly ranhead-on into a secret from the dark corners of my youth. Sharon, still a bit giggly from both the wine and the sexual.