” ‘What couldn’t happen?” Joyce hugged me, firmly. “Now, now, Sir, you may be my boss, but that would be telling.” “Well, I wouldn’t w...ant you violating any oaths.” “Oh wait ‘til the staff hears.” “Everyone?” “Of course, they’ll all want to know your good fortune. And frankly, Sir, we’re all agreed that you’re needing this.” “Needing WHAT?” “You’ll see! Upon the first crescent after the last new moon before the Spring Solstice, that is. Now I must be off. I have your menu to plan.” And she. Not cold, exactly.”“Shame because I know a way to make you hot. Glowing cherry red, in fact.”“Oh?” I asked, playing innocent as I felt his fingers moving towards my pussy. In a few seconds, Harry was going to find out just how much I was enjoying myself; he was going to feel how wet I was and there would be no denying my body’s reaction to what he was doing to me.Harry stretched my buttocks wide apart and my body quivered with anticipation of his touch. Have you ever been spanked. It happened from time to time, and I didn’t really pay much attention to the comings and goings of the people who sub-leased like that; I was far too caught up in my first year of university and the flirtings and partying of my set of friends.Until I met Patrick!He was quite a bit older than I was, an in-between generation between my parents and me. It meant he was old enough for my parents not to give the possibility of anything between us a second thought, but young enough for me to. She was acting like nothing odd had happened, which, of course, was ridiculous. His whole world had changed radically. Something he had thought would never happen to him even once, had taken place twice within the last eight or nine hours. The woman it had happened with was treating him as if it had simply been a pleasant interlude, instead of the relative earthquake it had been. As he thought about it, he was amazed he hadn’t had an episode.It was that fact - that he hadn’t fallen apart - that.