Fritz smiled approvingly. I looked at Alan and could tell that he was aroused. For a woman I guessed to be in her mid-thirties Sophie was in the kind ...of shape that makes other women self-conscious. Moreover, the knickers were black and Alan's relationship with black underwear borders on the obsessive so his response was predictable. A little more surprisingly, I found that I, too, felt a tingle of desire. An aura of sexual availability, indefinable but unmistakable, emanated from Sophie, and I. “Bbuu”. He flipped her over and delivered 5 heavy handed swats to her backside. “There are rules now kitten, during punishment you do not speak without permission and from this point on you will count every time I deliver a blow to your body. Should you miss a count, we start over. Do you understand”? He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning as she frantically rubbed her bottom with her left hand. At the same time she shook her head no emphatically. “Very well, you have. He was getting towards his forty-first birthday and was a bit down about it. I tried to cheer him up but to no avail. What could I buy him? He had practically everything money could buy. I thought the only thing that could cheer him up was watching me get fucked by a black guy, and I was not about to do that. My marriage was important to me and I did not believe fooling around outside of it was right. Then I thought "What if I just gave the guy a blow job?" but even that to me seemed a bit too. "Laura, who was wearing a white blouse and a black pencil dress, lookedpuzzled as if to ask why my sister did not refer to me as her twin sisterand my Mum mischievously said "I have only one daughter."But she didn't say whether Trudy or Julianne was her real daughter."One of your daughters here is really a boy?" Asked the Laura, pretendingto feign surprise, "And yet they both look so feminine I would think youhad twin daughters."I was sure from the way she winked at me that she knew it was me,.