"I...you know," she gulped, looking uncomfortable. I pulled her face around and kissed her on the side of thethroat. "Remember when I used to blow... raspberries against your throat?"I teased, pressing my lips against her throat again and blowing afew. "Yeah," she gulped. "So what do the boys want you to do?" "I...they want to...you know...feel me," she said, squirming abit on my lap. "Where?" "My....my boobs." "Where else?" "My behind." "Where else?" "Between my legs," she. With a few more swats of my hand he was shooting sperm deep into Claire's asshole. My horny lover was enjoying the feeling of being hosed with his gooey come.My asshole hurt for an entire week and I couldn't get all of Carl's sperm out of me for least three days. I was so embarrassed the next day when I woke up I had my girlfriend Claire take me up into the mountains bind me to a tree and stripe my bare ass with the riding crop, with Carl's come still dripping out of my asshole. After that. Ah, and you want to know the secret as well, yousay?Well i hate to tell you, but as i told Them, there is no realsecret. i had erred that fateful day and briefly lost my selfdiscipline and indulged myself with a little pleasure by playingwith it a little. That was wrong of me and i was disciplined forit by Domina Andrea in a fitting manner, as i would expect Her,or any Goddess, to do under similar circumstances. But, She isnot an ineffective Instructress and had been developing adiscipline of. " I've been expecting your call." I have a lot of questions," Michael said."I bet you do."Dr. Carson and Michael engaged in conversation for the next four hours. During the call, Michael explained to him the events which prompted him to call, his failure on Y2K, his job, his life. Julie.Michael got the impression from Dr. Carson that he was a genuinely nice guy, and soon lost his anxiety at ringing up the man that knew him better than he knew himself. The call was a fruitful one. Michael.