“Bend over,” he commanded.She bent down over the table and presented her tight white panties for punishment. She'd wanted to be here all week. Now... she was, she owed him her respect and she would give it, no matter how much it hurt.“This needs to hurt. You squandered time, time we could have spent getting to know each other on a much more intimate level.”He was right. She'd frittered the week away with her doubt and concerns. She needed caning.“It's a good job, we've got the rest of our lives to. I was rewarded by a kiss on the lips as he started to pull my panties off. I lifted my legs to make it easier while my hands went for his belt. He was laughing in that surprised way as I unzipped his pants. He dropped my panties as I dropped his jeans. He pulled me against him and lifted me again. “Bed.” Was the gruff explanation. I saw the bed across the room and made an effort to rub my cunt against him for each step. He caught on and only took his time. He lowered me down onto the bed, and. The man was almost as large as Don and he seemed to be trying to get something out from his waistband. Then it hit her what he was doing, Anne suddenly realized that regardless of the outcome, she had to get Grace away from here and right now! If the man had a knife or gun and Don couldn’t take him, he might still come after Grace. Turning, she started away from them towards a crowd of onlookers that were coming towards them. Grace was yelling ‘DADDY! DADDY!’ in her ear and Anne realized that. .”“Come on Mark, we did it in the link today.” Frida smiled at him in the darkness. “Of course, if you don’t think my butt looks cute enough to tempt you in real life...”Mark snorted. They both knew they were playing with each other. “Well, we’ll see,” he answered noncommittally, and then after a playful swat on her right cheek, his hands moved up to her shoulders and he started the massage.It took a long time to unwind her. Frida’s body at first was wound up with sexual tension. But after.