Kirsty’s had a more viscous feel and a sweeter taste, I liked that, and I liked it a lot. Sex This first story I am writing in the tense of being the male, my partner, as despite Kirsty giving me the details, some of them faded in my memory due to other events! Within moments, Dave’s eyes were rolling, and his head was falling backwards, I knew he was about to explode in Kirsty’s throat. If you do manage to find your Kirsty, you will find that she could teach the art of being dirty, being rude, being disgusting. Looking further down her body, she wore a neatly pressed blouse, which was light blue with the company logo on the left breast, her name in italics on the right one. The fabric of the blouse was slightly lightweight, and I could just make out a black bra beneath. Jane, with a whimper in her voice said “no sir”, “right lift your dress up Jane” I ordered, she did as she was told, as soon as the lifting motion had got her dress above her arse cheeks, whack whack, two very swift lashes of her arse were delivered. As the day progressed Kirsty kept doing little things I had never noticed before, she went to the filing cabinet, I am sure she always bent
