She was wearing her usual black high-necked dress. She was a middle-aged, stout woman of average height, big boned, a lean package rather than fat. An...ne’s cousin’s mixed ancestry gave her a darker skin tone. The thirty-something woman had once told me her mother was Spanish. Hannah’s long, black hair was down, which was a rare thing.“You look so much better now you are cleaned up,” Hannah said in a kind voice. “While Anne has everything in hand, I have gathered your dressings and come to. I hear the metal teeth of my zipper sliding down. Your fingers caress my hips and my skirt slips to the floor. I stand in creamy white stockings held up by a lacy garter belt and tiny lace panties with matching lace camisole. My breasts swell out the top of the camisole and you trace them softly with one calloused finger. You pull off your shoes and I watch your reflection as you undo your pants and pull them down until you stand naked behind me. You turn me sideways and your fingers fumble. My lover was working twelve-hour days I had needs and those needs were crying out for attention. My one hand slid down my sweat-slicked body, the other hand remained to tease and pull at my nipples. Nipples that perked up at the almost painful attention I was giving them. My other hand slid into my shorts and deep into my rapidly wetting pussy. Just as I felt the tightening of muscles that comes just before bliss, I heard Dave call my name. I screamed out in my passion and when I opened my lust. Who else could do this to her but him?"You've taken your punishment like a good girl," Aaron said, with pride. "Now, would you like to sit on Daddy's lap?" Yes!" she cried, still shaking a little.She sat up and he pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling him. He pulled her dress up and over her head, tossing it to the floor and leaving her naked. As his eyes roamed over her, she took off his shirt. She ran her hands over his chest and shoulders as his hands roamed her skin like they.