I was a senior executive in an automobile company and there were lots of big dealers working under me in each of these dealerships there were many guy...s and girls in various departments. I was quite friendly with them as I used to review their performance from time to time. Because of my attitude of not throwing my weight, they all appreciated me and treated me like a friend. One of these dealers had a girl in admin dept. called Jayashree no name changed.One day while chit-chatting she mentioned. My asshole, a shiny red heart now. She is massaging my cheeks again, grabbing the heart and twisting it. "Oh, Jo," I beg. "Please just fuck me."Swat! The ruler hits one cheek, then the other. It stings, but does not hurt. Over and over, swatting each cheek. I am whimpering. She stops, and is massaging again. My ass is hot, and very red, I'm sure. She likes it nice, and red, but never welts me. My pussy is getting so wet, and without thinking, I reach back to touch myself. She grips. She said she was doing somethinking and would let me know. This comment alone is enough to make mescared. This lady is evil at best. I later learned her plans were justwrong. Several times during the month we would go to be and I would tryto approach her sexually. Sheila told me more than once that the thingshe got the most excited about was me servicing her strap-on. Sheilasaid that ever since the evening of the competition she could think ofnothing less. She said the moment she looked. Well, let's make the best of it. I pulled out a sweet little dress that always made me feel fuckable - a black and white sleeveless Donna Reed number, only Donna Reed never looked quite this slutty. I'd had a friend of mine make it for me - a short full skirt with a little crinoline to hold it out, belted tightly and a close fitting bodice that dipped deeply, little lapels that stood out from my bosom, offering a luscious decolletage. Oh yeah. I put on pearls and high-heeled black sandals. I.