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I took a breath and stepped in

The fatto Frank Sinatra, as if he couldn’t be rinned at h he wasn’t actually doing anything He eating fro, like that took work

He looked et the na sexy as he undid his dress shirt

I alrinned like I was about to backco whales and orphans In my best Miss A, dark hair, "Why, thank you"

I always had a thing for accents Whenever I read aloud, it ith a British accent

I reached into my clutch and chatted like it was sfirst"

He chuckled, "Oh otta reirl complained" My sto hi

I smirked and nodded, "Yeah, Vince said to say hi I think that was his name" I tilted my head and made a confused face as I pulled my lipstick out, "My name is Wanda It’s short for Wanda Lynn"

I wrote my new name on the mirror in the foyer, like I was one of those waiters in the restaurants with the paper tablecloths and the upside-doriting

"Wanda huh, I like that name" He shot back his drink The sound of the icemy brain, not yet I would need it later, when I wanted to drink away the memory of his naked body anywhere near mine He poured more and walked towards me

I stuck the lipstick in the clutch and walked to hiers and draggedthe pills between two fingers

I giggled, "You wanna spank me first or me spank you?" As the words leftthe poison rabbed my breast in my thousand-dollar halter-top "I think I’ll spank you first"

I tilted my head and smiled sweetly, "Okay" I looked around, "Where do you want me?"

He pursed his lips, "Bed, ass in the air"

"Skirt on or off?" I draggedthe waistband of my skirt

He nodded, "Skirt on and pulled up"

I blushed and walked to the bed I looked at hi ot a new toy, or let’s be honest, a sundae He licked his lips and I decided it was a sundae for sure

I bent over the bed and placedthe pills

He walked over and rubbed his hands over my nearly bare cheeks The French underwear rode a fair aave me a hard smack I made a sexy face and moaned

"You like that, huh?"

I nodded, "I do"

He s my underwear I wanted to bury ave hiain The vibration was actually not bad, considering I had never been spanked before Not that the feel could take away fro spanked by a three hundred pound sweating beast He rubbed my cheeks, "You work out, Wanda"

I nodded, "I do I run sorippedthrough his mind He spanked once more and then pulled my underwear to the side I stood up fast and planted a kiss on his squishy lips I could sar and paint chips, I swear it

"Lie back," I whispered into his lips He lay back on the bed I crawled towards hihed It was part fake and part smell He smelled like sweat, old booze, and sot up and pranced over to the table I took his drink he had before and drank a sip

"You want the rest?" I asked

He nodded

I took it in my hand and slipped the pills in, as I walked to the bucket of ice I clinked in one ain The capsules were fast dissolving I guessed, because they were gone by the tiot to the bed

He shot it back and reached for lass and pulled away, "I still have a tickle"

He chuckled, "I’hed, "You are a bad man"

He nodded, "I am"