That meant that pretty soon a high school diploma didn't get you into college. Instead you went to Community College and took the requisite classes.At... our Community College, Tri-Counties Community College, there were two tracks. The first was the trade school, where they taught you to be a car mechanic—it required a lot more skills than in the past—provided cooking classes to prep you for culinary school, and even held the necessary classes for your Apprentice Level in the trades. But there was. Liz does look good in a nice pair of heels, even more so when you know she has no underwear on underneath that slutty dress, then she starts to talk about how good he looks and how fit she thinks he is, all this time I'm in the next room directly behind the wall at the back of the sofa listening in: While chatting and after taking off her heels to get comfy, Liz briefly opens her legs at which point James realises she isn't wearing any knickers, he wastes little time before his hand is between. I step out of them as Nikki rises up and grabs me by my hard cock. She walks me over to the sofa.Sitting, Nikki pats her lap and in a stern voice she says, "Get over here and lie face down to receive your punishment."I do as she says and the next thing I feel is her hand landing on my ass. Each time Nikki's hand comes in contact with my ass, the blows become harder than the previous one. By the tenth blow, tears were trickling down my cheeks. After five more blows, Nikki gently soothes my. She realized when he asked her if it felt good that he was just trying to please her, but she saw it as a lack of confidence.I was torn. The fact that she said she regretted leaving me made me a little uneasy – I really didn’t want her back, and wasn’t looking forward to having that awkward conversation. At the same time, I’m embarrassingly vulnerable to flattery. When she told me that she was worried she’d never find a man who could satisfy her as well as I did, it made it hard for me to want.