I had to admit that I was curious about how they were used.Babs said, "Kenny, don't get any ideas about using those things on me. It doesn't turn me o...n." I understand, Babs. That does not mean you aren't curious, though." We grinned at each other and went upstairs to our room. Once there, we opened channels to receive the feeds from the various cameras. We set our computer to record from all the cameras, locked the keyboard, and turned off the screen. We marked our door as usual and headed down. But my husband can be such a wimp, especially since he lost his corporate position, that I enjoy having a man take charge of me. Not all of the time, or even most of the time.For the last 2 years nothing has changed about the spankings. Sometimes when I know I am running late I will take a couple extra minutes and put on something extra sexy. I’ve never told my husband about the spankings. My boss has always been very discreet, but a couple of my co-workers could have overheard one of my. I tooked a few steps in the other direction, but changed my mind. I turned round and looked back at her. Young girl, walking by herself late at night. Isn't that how all good ****s start? I decided to follow her, perhaps walk next to her and chat. Who knows what might happen if she turned off the lighted streets and into a dark alley? I certainly couldn't be held responsibile for what I might do to a girl in that situation.I caught up with her and started talking, keeping pace as she was. “Oh god, auntie,” he moans when they break away from their kiss, breathing ragged. “Oh, Jack!” she cries out as she throws her head back and rides him harder than ever. Their bodies move together, Jack thrusting himself up as his aunt comes down on him, entering her deeper and deeper each time. Their bodies glisten with sweat at the heady experience of the lust filled fucking. Jack moans as he feels himself nearing climax and grips his aunt tightly. “Jack, ohh uhh, oh god, uhh,” moans Penny as.