The last spanking that Dad gave me was when I was nearly 19. I’d stayed out late with my friends once too often, and Dad could smell the alcohol on me when I got home. He really gave me a good thrashing that night, and he was so mad that he made me take all of my clothes off first. My Mum wasn’t any help, she just said that I had been bad and deserved to be punished. It didn’t help that my younger brother was in the same room all the time. I was so embarrassed, and boy, did my backside glow, but at the same time I was getting so wet that I was sure that Dad would say something. A few months later, I got the chance to move into a Flat with a female friend and I did. In a way I missed the spankings, and the feelings that went with them. I once managed to get one of my boyfriends to spank me, he didn’t enjoy it, but I did. Right, that’s enough of the history, now to how I changed my life forever. When I got home with ‘that’ magazine, I read it over and over. I was mature really intrigued by the stories and the pictures. It was all new to me, nobody around me ever talked about anything remotely like that. I kept reading it over and over again over the next couple of weeks, and when it was quiet in the Salon I usually ended up thinking about what I had read and seen. I had to wash a lot of knickers at the end of each of those weeks. One time when I was reading the adverts again, one suddenly jumped out at me, and I started thinking ‘could I?’ Well, after a few days I decided that I would reply to the advert and japanese see what happened. The MILF ad was from a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England who was looking for a ‘submissive, live-in house-keeper’. I wrote a letter explaining a bit about myself, and after a asian few times of losing my nerve, I finally posting it. About a week later I received a letter from him and got all excited reading it on the bus on the way to work. In the letter he explained that the job would not be very demanding, and wouldn’t pay much, but there again, I wouldn’t have much to buy, as he would buy everything for me. He also explained that I should expect to be punished every time that I made a mistake or was disobedient. He also enclosed a photograph of himself, and asked that if I was still interested I should write to him again and enclosed a photograph of myself, preferably without clothes on. Well, I didn’t have any photos like that, so when I wrote again, I enclosed a photograph of me in a bikini, and apologised saying that even if I had dared to get any nude photographs taken, I could never get them developed in the town where I lived. When Jon wrote to me again, he told me a bit more about the job, the hours, and what he would expect of me. He also explained that punishment comes in more forms than just spankings, and referred me to the magazine that the advert had been in. He then stated that I was to go over to his place for the weekend for a formal interview, and for us to ‘get to know each other’ before a final commitment would be made by either of us. He also assured me that no harm would come to me, that I could leave at anytime and that he would pay all my expenses. I was to send him a letter stating which bus or train I would be arriving on, and that he would meet me at the station. Well, it’s one thing writing to someone, but another thing actually going to their house for a weekend when you haven’t japan even met them. I was in a right quandary. I spent the next couple of days trying to make up my mind what to do. I wasn’t concentrating on my job, and got told-off a few times. Looking back, I suppose that that helped me to make a decision. I checked the bus times, booked a ticket, and wrote a quick note to Jon. I would be arriving at eight-fifteen the following Friday evening. For me this took a lot of courage and if it wasn’t for the fact that I desperately needed for something interesting to happen in my life, that Jon’s letters and photograph gave me the impression that he was an alright sort of man, that the thought of the magazine turned me on every time I thought about it; then, I just wouldn’t have been going. On the Friday morning before leaving, I got another letter from Jon saying that I was to wear smart clothes for the interview and that trousers or jeans didn’t come into that category as far as he was concerned. That didn’t please me too much as it was April and in the UK April is never a warm month. She gets off my face just as he starts to take long deep strokes. You know how she's gone sometimes." We are new to this living arrangement and we all care about each other but..." She told me that she really felt bad, because she felt that she had let me down. 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I could hear her giggle and I quickly got everything out of the bed and onto the ground. She had chicken soup with lots of noodles and bread for dipping. Her udders still felt uncomfortable with the skin being stretched to adjust to the new size. It was Thursday afternoon and Denise was wearing 4 inch spiked heels with her dirty slut dog collar , her face was covered in jism . Rocky had just finished skullfucking her . Her face was covered in cum & she had swallowed some too.