She gasped for air then let it out in a shuddering groan as she endured the sting.She felt the paddle rest against her other cheek and again she took ...a breath. It withdrew and the final blow rang against her punished skin. Again she cried out, a long wavering cry that became a moan of pleasure as she flopped against the desk, all the tension flowing out of her. Her skin burned with an intense fire as the pain of the last two blows sunk in. Her breath came in shuddering gasps and tears stung her. I'd sayquite recently," Marion said with a toothy grin.The water in my mouth shot out like a fountain and I started coughinguncontrollably. "What the Frigg kind of question is that!" I exclaimed.Marion laughed. She laughed! What the Hel was so funny about that?Sometimes Marion could be so embarrassing. "Okay, okay," she said."Maybe that was a bit of a personal question." You think?" I asked irritably.My aunt sighed and shook her head, "Well kiddo, I need to get to thehospital. I'll talk to your. I giggled slightly as he looked dominantly down at me. He started wrestling his waistband with his fingers before finally pulling his shorts down. His cock flung up into the air, erect. It seemed to wobble around as he knelt over me. He started to move his cock closer to my mouth. I felt a bit reluctant as the head pressed against my mouth. The precum started to seep out of his helmet and rubbed on my lips as I started to open them. His cock instantly slid into my mouth and the salty taste of. " That's all?" She barely managed to hide her disappointment."I'm afraid that it is. I apologize if this spoils whatever...plans... you might have had."Instead of pouting she smiled. She was intrigued by his declarationthat he never had relations with the women he painted. Wilma tookthat as a challenge.* * * * *Hector Yba?es took a bite from the beef empanada his mother had packedfor his lunch. "What was you doing telling Emma she played so good?" He and his brother were sitting together.