It was at least a foot and a half long and had a dozen holes in it. The dark stain made it look even more foreboding.William walked back out of sight ...and presently she felt the cool wood as it gently patted her ass cheeks. William said, “Are you ready, Karen?”Karen grabbed the edge of the desk harder and half-whimpered, “Yes, sir.”A second went by and then the gunshot-loud sound of the first stroke hit her brain followed almost instantly by the pain of the impact and the heat of its aftermath.. She did not want to be fucked. A lot of the guys that came in the room did not have anyone with them, they were there a short time and just wanted to cum. She would be covered in cum, including the bed. When we were in the cab going to dinner or sitting at a bar after, I would just have to wet my fingers to turn the hard cum into a oil and get Her to a point that she would do anything I asked, without any limits.The rather usual evenings at home my wife and I would take rides when the sun went. They were both too old and knew each other too well for this to be just her caught up in the moment. No, she had meant it. He couldn’t breathe for a few seconds. His head was spinning. Then it all came into focus. He felt like he understood everything, the missing piece to everything. She loved him. He smiled at her with what he was sure was one of the happiest smiles he had had in a very long time. ‘I love you.’ He told her with eyes just a little shiny with joy. They kissed and resumed. He has to be hard, or have a foot long sausage in his pocket, because through his jeans I can definitely see a thick, long, outline of a cock going right across his thigh. I look up at him quickly, "But I'll probably be able to make it!" I say with a smile."My phone number is 658-244-9357, text me your address and I'll pick you up cutie. I'll be there around 9." He says, sounding strong and decided. I've noticed I'm receptive to that type of command."Sounds great" I say, giving him a cute smile.