(That weekend)Saturday came and Sarah was getting ready. It was usually a four-hour process… I put on my tux, and peeked into the bathroom. She was ...wearing just a very sexy white bra and panties with little black bows in the middle.I approached her from behind, and wrapped my arms around her, before gently kissing her shoulder. "You look amazing, Sarah."Sarah giggled."Oh hey sweetie you should pack a bathing suit and something more casual. We will probably end up at my boss' penthouse after,. Ready to cum fuck me harder my pussy swelling squeezing around his cock gasping he thrust deep and hard we collapse into each other's arms as we explode not moving letting our bodies release holding the other as our bodies calm ,he tilts my chin up to his lips kissing me softly telling me we should finish our bath .After our bath we curl.up in bed taking a nap be for the nights festivities ,we wake to noises coming from.outside we stroll to the window looking out to see the town has come to. For all the personal tidbits she shared, her life, and the past she revealed to me, she never shared anything that I might know her identity. Her name was never more than ~ 'Cat's Meow'. I resisted the urge to push, and became quite content to simply be her friend, her confidant, and her guide. Yet, I longed to share new experiences with her; that she might take a leap and push her boundaries, explore, and find her own joy. The days passed into weeks, and weeks into months. Our relationship. I wrestled her to my bed, drew her arms behind her back, held her crossed wrists, and lifted her dress to her waist. Her lame resistance proved to be false when my finger dipped into her honey pot to discover it flowing with her love juices. When I drew back my strong right hand to deliver the first swat, she tensed and raised her ample bottom to meet me."Please, no, Master," she squealed as my hand delivered the first blow.Her spanking was slowly given as I relished it all - the feel of her.