Taking himwould be like kissing an ashtray.There. She sensed a man farther down the bar. He was nondescript. Hecould come here every night and the no ...one who would recognize that hewas here unless he sat in the same waitress' section. But no. He hadso little of life, and she needed so much.There, just past the one she had just looked at. One of those men whothought he was god's gift to the females of the race. She could sensehow the women were reacting; obviously this was his favorite hang. After about five more minutes of spanking with the paddle, Sally said, “I will now end your spanking with a special paddle. Let me show it to you.” Sally knelt down and showed me this longer wooden paddle, with large holes in it. The paddle also had strange lettering on it. “This paddle was used at the sorority house by Jill and I. It really stings and it kept the girls in line. Now you get a chance of feeling it.” “How many swats do I get with that paddle, Miss Sally?” I asked. “I told you. She pulled open her robe. Her tits flung out dangling just under my face. She lowered herself, swaying her tits left from right, slapping my cheeks as they passed. She grabbed her left boob. pushing it towards my mouth. I opened my mouth as wide as I could trying to suck in as much flesh as I could. Her nipples were hard, and I could here her moan as I clamped my teeth down on her nipple, lapping my tongue along the top. I did the same with the other as well. and I could feel my stomach. Our bodies are heating up.After few minutes, we stopped kissing and looked at each other. I took the mug of water from the bucket and pinned her to the wall with my chest crushing her boobs. I poured water on both of us, making us wet. After a few mugs, I could see the clear curves of her body.I stopped, and my hands explored those curves passing from waist to boobs to neck till her head. I then slowly removed the loose end of the wet sari covering those boobs. The trickles on her boobs were.