..Smack he hit my ass with his hand center of my ass cheeks...Oh ! i said bucking forward a bit.....Yeah you want to be a lil sissy in yo panties and ...stuff huh he said smacking me again.....How you likes that he asked, smacking my ass again !......Yes I been Bad Mr Hank you need to punish me sir i said.....My ass was feeling hot from the spanks so far and Wham he want again on my ass.....Oh yes sir I will be good from now on please......Pop he went again on that ass as I grinded into his cock. Leaning forward I began to spread it, moving my hands in opposite circles to go outboard of her breasts, sweeping them up onto her chest with each circle of my hands then allowing them to fall back to rest after finishing the sweep with a quick nipple massage on each. In between the cirular motions I gave each breast a two-handed massage, pulling them up before letting them each gently fall back to rest. Barb had her head turned slightly toward the east so that she could watch that couple out. ”“It’s fine,” Liz said. I knew full well that if I had posed a non-essential question I’d be smelling my nuts roasting over an open flame.“The question we need to answer is what to do with it,” Conny said.“I say we just drop the load on the Internet and let the chips land where they land,” Melissa said.Conny and Melissa had both avoided any eye contact with me once they found out how close my stupidity had pushed me to the unemployment line. I wasn’t sure if they felt guilty or were pissed off. The man thought John made a mistake in his exchange rate between silver and gold taels, so he was quick to agree, praising John as his savior. John had the man lead him to the camels, and handed over the ten taels, which weighed a bit under a pound. John wished that the good fates would keep the man, and took his camels and all their Indian Steel back to the caravan.All the wives of the caravan had been sewing for the past week, creating not tents, but a tent. A huge striped tent, or at least.