"I'm sorry Sam, I should've told you, but we've only been seeing each other for a week now." She's trying to explain herself to me. But she doesn't ha...ve to. I sit on her sofa and eat a Fat Cake, only because it gives me something to do with my hands and mouth.I shrug, "It's fine. No, it's great. We haven't had much time to hang this week anyways. And you're telling me now."And she smiles and touches my knee, so I know everything's okay. But then she talks about him – no, gushes – about him and. “Those types of thoughts make me happy and are acceptable to me. You can think things like that about me. I will allow it.”“Thank you Sir, Mister Sir. Please sir, may I have ten more?” I smack her bottom ten more times. “Thank you Sir, Mister Sir. I will be good for you, Sir, Mister Sir. Please sir, ten more? Harder please Sir, Mister Sir, to make sure I remember this lesson?” This time, I spanked quite hard. I know I’m an amateur at this whole spanking thing, but I’m fine with my amateur. By that time, I had figured the good looking guy with a heavy French accent was the director. There was another guy sitting with the director who was around my age, cute and on his phone the whole time. A little later, I heard some of the people talking to him and figured out he was the director’s son.Before starting the next scene, the director asked the same amazing looking model if she could do a quick scene with his son, she said sure. A few minutes later and they were naked, the. " I squeaked more than talked as your hand touched me again and my erection grew to its full-length."Yes I can see that." There was laughter in your voice but also lust in your eye."Perhaps I should do something about that."As you said this you dropped to your knees and there on the path I felt your lips wrap about my cock's head. Your tongue slid over the head of my cock and under the ridge of the hard meaty arrow. I looked down and saw the hollowed cheeks as you sucked on my cock gently. The.