Looking down, I realise that it is a long skinny vibrator. I pick it up tentatively, feeling myself even more aroused. “Would you put that in, and ...keep it in till I get back babe? I’d really appreciate it,” he says in that seductively sexy voice. My breathing is really heavy now, I know he can tell that I am getting really aroused. I swivel around in my chair to look up at him. He smiles down at me with his cocky grin. “Well babe? Would you do that? For me?” “Jon… I need to work on this…” I. Let me describe her.Her name was Pamela. She was 51 years old, more than a dozen years my senior. She weighed 265, over forty pounds more than me. She stood 6' 1", just an inch taller than me. But much of her weight was in the enormous globes on her chest. I would find out later that she wore a 52-JJJ bra that she had to have specially made. Now as she worked on the last of the hooks she had her eyes closed and was concentrating on the contraption. Silently I watched as she pulled the material. A tear already streaking down a cheek, she glares toward the flexing crop in his right hand as he steps toward her. ?Not another warning Amy? Shove your buttocks outward or I’ll strike both cheeks alternately until you obey? Now choose girl!? Biting her lip, her hands frenetically twisting behind her neck, she still feels the burn of the stinging welt resonating across her butt cheek as she reluctantly twists, arches her back as she thrusts her buttocks outward. ?Good girl,. That night I was thinking about what I could have done earlier in the day, things like, should I have tried to kiss?, should I have grabbed her by the ass and groped her back?, I got so carried away with my thoughts I just had to relieve myself, and I had and brilliant evening masturbating. When Wednesday came I told myself that I had to make sure if she was making her move on me, I had decided that if we were alone and she groped me again, or just implied that she wanted to take it further,.