When you leave, I am sure he'll want more. By the way, just what did you want to talk about?" Well nothing in particular, just felt like stopping by. ...Jim was in a foul mood this morning, so I figured I would leave him alone tonight for a while." What's wrong, something you did?" Well not really. Remember when I told you Jim was having trouble, with you know, getting it up because of the pills he had to take?" Yeah, what of it?" Well, the doctor now say he has to stay on them for a few more. Her Head was full of unfilled fantasies. She stood 5'10" tall her demure figure accentuated by her 38 C prominent breasts. In her office she ruled with an iron hand, oh how she wished for that iron hand to spank her in the privacy of her home.Whilst trying to ease the pent up tensions she always felt when she arrive home to her empty lifeless private existence, recently she had taken to trawling the adult sites specializing in Dominated women. There at least she was able to identify with the. So outwardly he was just another plain guy, but underneath she felt assexy as hell. To complete the outfit, he threw on a short denim jacket,plain white ankle socks, a silver anklet of hearts around her right anklethat rested gently below her rose tattoo and he threw on a pair ofcomfortable tennis shoes. Her hair was cut rather short; if Danielle hadbeen a real female and a lesbian, it'd be said she had a butch haircut.And although she was in guy mode, she felt all-girl.It was well after 11. " His hands roamed across her, pulling aside faded lace to get closer to pale, desperate flesh, reliving the slope of her back, the curve of her hips, and the firmness of her breasts. “Oh please…”He pinched her swollen nipples and then pressed one to his mouth. She shuddered through and through, writhing underneath him as he thrust frantically and furiously, the old bed straining to bear their exertion."Please!"He felt wetness dribbling down the inside of her thighs. She was sopping wet in a.