After a few minutes Jean said how often do you......and nodded towards my cock. I said how often do I wank? She said yes. I told her I wank every week...end without fail. 2 or 3 times a day. She said wow you must really enjoy doing it. I said I loved wanking particularly when being watched. I asked if she enjoyed watching me? She said it had been years since she'd even seen a naked man so when she saw me wanking through the window that day she had enjoyed it immensely. I was loving the way Jean. "You found your way in, you can find your way out!"Jay didn't answer. He opened the door and walked out. He had never once looked at me or even acknowledged my existence since we had entered the room. The only thing I had left to remind me of him, at least for awhile, was the smell and feel of the sexual juices he had deposited in my body only 30 minutes before.Daddy began writing on the legal pad again. I sat there. Something was going to happen. Something terrible. My tears continued without. There was another slap to her behind and she grunted with the pain of it and then began to whimper. She was no longer trying to scream for help: the pain was terrible, but for Lin the humiliation was even worse. The thought of someone—she pictured the floor manager—discovering her being spanked with her dress up over her head was more than she could bear. Another slap, so hard that she found herself standing on her toes for a moment, her breath hissing through her teeth. Then suddenly she felt. "Let's see more of this hot little body you've been flaunting." Mrs. Anderson gently tugged the thin nylon running shorts and even thinner panties down to Sara's thighs. The young mother's eyes darted around to make sure no one was watching."Oh God," Sara moaned as her lower half was slowly displayed. The picnic area was secluded, yet. . ."Nice." Mrs. Anderson sat down beside Sara, her hand roaming over the young woman's naked flesh, exploring her hidden crevices, and then spanking her bare.