But suddenly, all of these issues were non-issues: with my mindreader I could find out for certain whether she was a cop, diseased, or a con artist, a...nd I had ten grand in my pocket. Was there any reason NOT to rent a working girl for the night? Didn’t I just complain about not getting laid tonight because I had spent my time making money at the poker table? Now I could use that money to rectify the situation—plus, I could (within reasonable limits) order whatever sexual experience I wanted.. I look at Dict and gave him a naughty smile, he smiled back to me.I return to the living room and we started to drink, after a few minutes, Dict and my wife came with the food, Dict joke "Your wife is sooooo delicious, oh I mean the food is so delicious" that broke a loud laughter from all of us that makes my wife blush in shame so I call her to my side and give her a hug. Bert comment "Wow, how sweet, I wish i could hug her too like that so that her tits will touch my arms" that broke another. Mera dhyan phone me tha isliye mene dekha nahi ki kon chadha hai. Par usne itna jabardast perfume laga rakha tha ki bus me aage wale pure portion me khushbu o gayi.Mene upar dekha to 1 ladki khadi thi. Piche seats thi par usne mujhe kaha ki ap thoda udhar ho jao m baith jaungi. Mene udhar na hoke use window ki side bitha diya. M wapis apne phone me lag gaya. Thodi der me mene socha ki bat karke to dekhu shayad kuch ho hi jaye isliye mene use pucha ki kahan jayegi and kahan se aayi hai. 2-3. ”“Yes what, Peter?” she prompted.“Yes, Caroline,” I responded.“Really, Peter. Surely you know, its, ‘Yes Mommy,’ don’t you?”“Yes, Mommy,” I squeaked.“Are you a dirty boy, Peter?”“Yes, Mommy.”“Mommy knows you are a naughty, dirty little boy. A little boy who needs a spanking from his lovely mommy. Say it, Peter.” She said while, still stroking and teasing.I repeated, “I’m a naughty, dirty little boy who needs a spanking from his lovely Mommy.”Then it started. Softly at first, she gradually.