After the 7th or 8th stroke (a couple of which landed right at the tops of my thighs-OUCH!) I moaned, and he allowed me to stop sucking while he cont...inued beating me. Usually, I am bent over his office chair when I get a whipping, or laid across the conference room table. This position was something new, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Still kneeling, I wrapped my arms around his waist and as each stroke landed, my entire body pressed into his. That closeness just made the whole scenario. “I guess Zack’s fine.”“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Now, as I repeat myself...”“Yeah, we got kicked out of Zack’s before we could finish our chemistry project and--”“David’s not in your chemistry class,” Elizabeth countered.“Right, history then and--”“You’re going to just jump to another lie? I am the police.” She warned him.“We won’t keep you up, there’s just something we want to work on, without telling you about it.” Curtis declared.“Fine, go to your room, if I have to talk to any of you. The following morning instead of waking my goddess up with the customary pussy licking to clean up any remnants of cum, tide me over until my goddess's breakfast is prepared, and get her day off to a nice stress free start I would give her another massage until I earn the privilege of pushing my cock deep into my goddess's warm cum, filled pussy until I have once again met her needs and cannot produce any more cum. My goddess and I would then go about her daily routine occasionally stopping to. "She's a sexy little thing! What's her name... ?" Susan... Number one, one, five!" No last name? No telephone number... or address... ?" That's against the rules of the place. The girls just have first names and numbers..." I'll bet!" Evelyn laughed. "If you really wanted to get to know one of them... you can be damned sure there's a way to get her address!" I don't know how..." Why don't you try it?!" his wife challenged."Damn! I've never heard of a woman wanting her husband to go out.