I began fantasising about spanking play when I first got a pornographic magazine. Among the usual thirty-something women with ample curves and pretty ...faces, dressed up as teenagers, was a picture of a man playfully smacking a girl over his knee. She had her back arched to make sure the reader had an uninhibited view of all her charms, and her top was hitched over her bare, milky-white breasts. It excited me more than the others. But just as much as I wanted to be the man, with a sexy. You're all the way out here," she said, though she was clearly beginning to see."We'd lose a day," said Melissa. She was not helping!Moments passed. They were allowing me time to think? Kim smiled. "You really would do wonderfully," she said. "You're the perfect pair," she added.Perfect pair? was what intruded on my thoughts. Why would she think that? I glanced at Melissa, who had gone back to studying the pictures! Melissa is beautiful and sometimes I was even envious of her, though I did all. I whisper that I want him to ‘fuck my ass’ and his eyes flicker with a mix of surprise and excitement. I shimmy up the bed and spread myself open. He reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out the bottle of lube. He runs his tongue along the full length of my slit before popping the lube open. He squirts a small dollop onto his fingers and slowly massages my tight little asshole. Small circles round and around, teasing a fingertip inside. It feels good. It feels strange. I’m excited and. He was wearing dark blue combat trousers, boots, and a lightweight zipper jacket. He was examining me, poring his eyes over my body, my tits, my pussy, my open legs, my boots, taking it all in.The first officer rubbed his crotch, signalling that he wanted me to start playing with myself. No words, just sign language. I understood. No coercion, just recognising where the power was and he could see I wasn’t complaining. I stepped forwards, away from the quarry wall and began rubbing my pussy and.