I make you read Barron’s while I get on my knees…You sip your coffee slowly. I don’t allow you to look at me…just keep reading..
There is a moment of intention. I stand up in my 50’s pin-up dress, ripping the newspaper out of your hand and bend over onto your naked lap. In my sweetest voice I ask ever so sweetly for a spanking. I feel your large, firm hand meet my right cheek. Our tongues meet and it feels like home. Its not a particularly passionate kiss rather a slow ember…a slow ember that burns hot and bright. I’m melting with you…Modern English…eat your heart out..
My mind is blank. My body is on fire. I force your hand down my pantyhose because you need to feel this. Your tongue in my mouth confirms you know and more importantly, you understand.
Yes..I think I am finally feeling the effects of this QE..liquidity expansion indeed….
Music mood: the sound of your voice reading Barron’s
your slutty secretary xx