He must have just stepped out of the shower. Normally her dates were in the evening, this one was in the middle of the morning, making her feel somew...hat odd. “Have a drink.” He pointed to the bar and a small fridge in the corner of the room, grabbing a towel and rubbing his hair with it. His dark eyes were measuring her up and down as if in judgment. “Would you like me to fix you a drink?” she asked as she headed for the bar. “Nah,” he said and laughed. His laughter struck her as odd. . I came, then came again. I was trying to pull his head even closer when I had to swallow a scream I was about to release. I finally pushed him away."God damn," he said exhausted."Ditto," was all I could manage. It took several minutes before I could speak again. "Martin what the fuck are you doing here? and how did you know I was here?" Your TV network invited me to the party. They thought the housewife bunch was too prissy. That is how they put it. Since I was free, I came on board for the. I immediately got hard and couldn’t wait to get down to business.I sat down at the kitchen table and began stroking myself while watching some videos on my computer. There was a knock at the door. With an election a week ago my door has been inundated with campaigners knocking on it. Assuming it was another one I ignored it and continued stroking my hard cock through my pantyhose. The knock continued so I put on my robe to go shoo them away. I opened the door and to my horror it was the. Amy went and positioned herself and rubbed the cane from side to side across Leila’s bottom, reminding herself that Leila had asked to be caned even after her spanking, and so must have found being spanked too easy to cope with. Amy could understand that, she supposed, and so knew she had to make each stroke so hard that Leila would take a long time to recover. So, resolute, she pulled the cane back, focussed on Leila’s so beautiful bottom, and whipped the cane down, landing the cane halfway.