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Bill knew that it was meant to tease. His erection showed that it had had the intended effect. He had been fully dressed when he greeted her at the door that morning as usual. Sal had swept in passed him. Her intoxicating perfume awoke his senses. Her smile awoke his soul and the swish of her skirt awoke his lust. “How are you today?” she asked him as she gave his bottom a pat. He smiled. “The sting from the ginger has gone but there are still a few sore welts on my bottom,” he told her. “Let’s have a look?” Bill hesitated for a moment. “Come on, pants down.” Bill unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants. As he turned around to show her she told him to take them off altogether. “Strip,” she had told him. He didn’t argue or hesitate. His trousers and shorts were quickly off. She made him bend over while she slowly ran her hand over his bottom. He fingers also brushed against his testicles. “Hmmm,” she told him, “they will quickly heal. Better leave your pants off for a while.”.

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