Artwork from Blushes 2
She hears the receiver drop and pushes her legs higher to maintain the required position.
Her white cotton pants stretch to accommodate her efforts to keep her half chastised bum perched on the desk’s edge.
The cheeks, a trembly rosy hue, still tingling, still stinging and still awaiting his return.
‘Still in position girl?’ he grunts
‘Long way to go yet young lady... damn telephone... I've taken it off the hook so we won't be disturbed again... now where were we!’