“You can either allow Sally to spank you or you can walk out the door and not come back,” Jill said. “Okay, you can spank me, Sally,” I said. ...“We will take off your shoes, then you can step out of your slacks and underwear,” Jill said. “It will make it easier for Sally to spank you.” After I did so, Jill took my shoes, slacks and underwear and placed them far away, on the kitchen counter. I hadn’t really noticed what Sally was wearing until now. As I looked at the lap I was about to go over,. I worked night shift last night and my head ached. Pretty sure I would have to work my second job today. Night shift at the mill, and part-time at a salon, of all things. But work was work, and I needed the money bad. Owed a lot of money, plus trying to get my little brother through school. Phone rang at 10:30. Caller ID said it John, the salon owner. I answered. John told me come in at 12:30. I have a customer at 1:00, he said. Who's the customer? Your favorite (sarcasm). You've got to be. It didn't dawn on him until after he did it, that hewrapped the towel high around his chest like a girl. He shook his head,wondering just how fucked up of a person he actually was. Ted thencalled through the door, "Ann has a bunch of clothes in the hamper,they're clean, don't worry. See if you can find anything. Fuck it,they're now yours."Mike sat on the toilet, and started pulling out clothing. Afterconsidering his options, he settled on a pair of skin tight, low risejeans, and a button up. I started to fill her as my impending boiling orgasm over took my body. I expelled jet upon jet of fresh baby batter into the soaked and soiled flower that surrounded my hard cock, and I kept thrusting as not to lose the erection that I had. This felt too good, as she always did, and I had to go another round!The blonde rats nest that was her hair, was sloppy on top of her head, and there was blonde hair everywhere. Beads of sweat were lining her head, and her mascara was a smeared mess on her.