The hoover started up again for a short time, then stopped once more. Oh, I get it, I thought, she is playing a game, goes out then comes back and sta...rts the housework just to tease me. I lay there listening to the hoover getting closer each time it started up.I heard the door being opened and someone enter the room. Then a woman’s voice said ‘’Oh, now I see.’It was not Tanya, the voice was slightly accented, though it was soft and I couldn’t place it.‘Who’s there?’ I asked.‘Oh, don’t mind me.’. You fell below that threshold by thirty-three questions so you’re going to be punished with thirty-three strokes of a paddle on your bare ass.??What?? she shrieked.?You’ll work late tomorrow evening. Everyone else will have gone home by eight. I’m going to come back here at nine with a wooden paddle. You’re going to bend over your desk and raise your skirt. Then I’m going to give you thirty-three strokes. It’s going to be painful and humiliating but you’re going to do it if you want to inherit. She was frightened . but as we started fondling her naked naked butts and her choot , she got relaxed and started enjoying our action .I slowly pull out my 8 ” cock and slightly put it on her buttocks. She left out a moan and started breathing heavily . now I slowly bend her to front a little and try to put my dick in her ass hole , but was not successful .the lady understood the situation and took her hand back and guided my dick to her ass hole . she bit her lips but did not let out any sound. ‘– and then swerved right across all three lanes. I thought we were dead.’ ‘James, lover, she’s exaggerating,’ said Gabby. ‘No she isn’t,’ cut in Connie, who had now emerged from the back seat to join us. Normally irrepressible, she too was shaking visibly and in the gathering dusk the whites of her fear-widened eyes stood out starkly against the background of her black face. She would have been as pale as Fran, I suspected, had her skin pigmentation permitted it. ‘It was terrifying. And when.