I was suddenly acutely aware of my dilemma. Sex aunty “So how’s my boy tonight?”
“…Excited.” I had difficulty getting the word out. Over and over and over. Consequently, on Fridays I tended to spend more time seated at my desk. I returned her smile and watched her walk in. The way it whistled through the air…the way it stung. There was nothing to be done but wait for whatever came next. No matter how many times we played this way I still felt the slight rush of fear. I heard a zipper, which I guessed was her skirt. A Pavlovian response? She placed the crop on a couch next to us, right where I could see it, and then caressed my hot bottom gently with her cool fingers. It was then that I saw the riding crop in Amanda’s right hand, held loosely at her side. Writhing, ecstatic, impossibly hot parts. Now my hard on was returning
