I looked down because I desperately wanted to see his hand expertly stroking my cock, and I noticed that he had somehow managed to slip it through the... slit in the thong. Now, like most men I suppose, I have spent some time admiring my own erect penis, and at a full 6” and relatively thick with a very subtle upward curvature, I was pretty proud of mine. But the sight of my own cock, fully at attention, enveloped in the soft satiny fabric of the satin thong and in the context of the basque,. “I want answers. You’re my wife. You swore to be faithful to me before God, and look at what you’re doing! No wonder our daughter fell into sin!”Mrs. Armstrong flinched.“You have to discipline her,” Clint said. “Spank her.”Mr. Armstrong’s strength sagged out of him. He glanced at Clint with this helpless look on his face. His anger was propelling him, but now he had to do something. Not just yell at her. He clearly didn’t know how to handle a woman.Clint had spanked me a few times. Especially. It is my birthday today, right? Um, yeah? So I can do whatever I want, have whatever I want, right? she demanded. What? Um. Sure? I stammered. Sarahs eyes sparkled and she gave a crooked smile. You are going to cum tonight for me. For my birthday. OK? Without waiting for a reply she turned her back to me and simply said, Unzip me. My hand was shaking as I reached forward, took hold of her zipper and began to unzip the snug, black dress she was wearing. As the back of the dress began fell open,. Smitha looking at her lips said,'Your lips are promiscuous.''Are they' she asked?'Yes, and I am going to kiss them' she said.'Please' hissed Pushpa wetting her lips with her tongue.'Open your mouth wider' commanded Smitha.Pushpa opened her mouth wide.Smitha thrust her tongue inside Pushpa's mouth and started lapping her insides. Pushpa closed her lips on her tongue and as soon as she did so, Smitha rammed her lips on hers and kissed them fervently. She sucked her lips deep inside her mouth and.