“Touring gets lonely,” I say, feeling my pussy flutter at the thought of this being a regular thing. “Maybe you could join me every now and then....”“I’d love to,” Mark says, reaching down to the room service tray. “Just tell me when and where, and I’ll be there.”He picks up the small pot of melted chocolate from the churros I ordered and dips two fingers into it. I know what he’s going to do.“Is it time for dessert?” I ask, rolling onto my back and opening my legs.Mark moves between my thighs and. "As she walked to the Throne Room, Elaheh wondered who had tipped the Crown Prince off that a whipping was taking place in the harem of the Emerald Palace. His arrival could not have been a pure coincidence. She did not have long to wait to find out; the Crown Prince Mustapha was sitting on the throne on the Emir's dais and standing behind him was Hameez. Elaheh remembered the times she had enjoyed being impaled on the huge negro's phallus, and thought she had treated him fairly. Why had he. The ugly incident played over again in his mind. It was two hours of work(good old 10 percent inspiration, 10 percent perspiration, 80 percentexasperation), and his superior, Joe Wilson, grabs it from his desk,yells "God, stupid, you took long enough on this" loud enough foreverybody to hear, strolls out of the cubicle, up to the conference roomand the waiting customer. "It's only a rough idea and those sketches . . .," Ken shouted in vain,only to be ignored. Maybe he should have followed,. “One day at a time, my dear,” I said, glad she was with me and surprised how it all began with my spanking her. I was fascinated by her wild and passionate imagination. She was right, maybe I wouldn't be sorry.We kissed tenderly.“You surprise me,” I said, softly.“Good! See what happens when you don't have expectations. I might have more surprises for you.” She laughed.“Is that so?”She lifted her head and kissed me, then said. “I'm famished.”Ten minutes later we walked into Johnny's Hot Cake.