Whatever the reason, I did not try to escape. But it wasn't long before I was begging for mercy and vowing to obey his every wish. In retrospect I su...ppose it was this lack of resolve that humiliated me as much as anything. In my experience since then I have found that nothing tests the will as much a sound spanking. Everything in the world seems to lose perspective compared with the pain--a simple pain that seems bearable on the surface. Yet the spanking is deceitful--its nature is. I'd called to tell her I was coming over for a visit that afternoon so I could ensure I'd catch her at home. When I got there, she didn't respond to the knock but she'd told me that in case she was feeding the baby to just help myself and come on in. I did just that.I got inside the house and yelled, "Hey, Janet, I'm here" and then made myself comfortable in her kitchen by getting myself a glass of ice water to quench a thirst I'd had for a couple of hours. When Janet walked into the kitchen to. Piedmont would side with him. Never the less I opened the door and greeted him with a smile. He was very handsome, older, probably in his 40’s, dressed really nice and smelled amazing.“Sara?” his eyes scanned me from head to toe and there was a certain excitement in the air. It was like I could sense not only his approval but also his lust.“Yes, hi….Come in. Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?” I wasn’t skilled in the usual goings on of a whore so I decided to play it as if I this. "You get up, walk to the top of the bed. I hear you stripping off your clothes. All of a sudden, your legs straddle me. Your hard cock is just below my lips. I rise up, trying to get a taste of you.You lean forward, sliding your cock in my mouth. I open wide, wanting to take as much as I can down. You only let me suck you for a few minutes before you pull out. Your body slides down mine. You stop with your hardness between my tits. You push them together and start rocking back and forth. I lean.