Even that was interrupted in the early morning hours by an awful thunderstorm. Thunderstorms always scare me, though now that I'm older they didn't us...ually bother me much. This storm, though, was bad enough that I had to sit up and turn on my bedside lamp. The lightning didn't flash as brightly with the lights on, but the thunder was still really loud. I just sat there, hugging my knees and murmuring, "It's all right. It's OK. It's all outside." It was going to be impossible to sleep but at. That means a lot, right? I took the lotion from my bag and began with my long legs, spreading it all over – from the very top of my thighs, all the way to my toes. I smoothed it over the roundness of my ass, wishing someone was there to do my back. From there I went to my arms, up my neck, down to each breast, full and firm. I replaced the top on the lotion bottle and opened the tanning bed. Just before I sat down, I noticed my nipples in the mirror, hard, maybe from the coolness of the lotion. She handed the paddle to Wendy and ordered Amy to move to the center of the room and to bend over with her hands on her ankles. She positioned Wendy and took a couple of preliminary shots from different angles. ‘Wendy, I want you to start paddling Amy. Go slowly and take your time between the swats. Amy, please keep your eyes on me.’ Wendy hit Amy almost as hard as Suzanne had, laying a third set of paddle swats on top of the first two sets. This time the stinging was almost unbearable. Amy. It was incredible.He remembered the other job with ten minutes to spare. Steeling himself, he got it done and then went back to her screen. She was still there, and still rubbing. It occurred to him that he'd been a fool to leave her screen active while he processed the other job. What if someone had come in? There she'd be, rubbing the shit out of her gorgeous little boobs, big as life on an official monitor.He grinned. It would have been worth the ass chewing. There wasn't a guy in the.