Lucy tried to pull away. I pulled her harder and pushed her down onto my lap. My cock was hard again. Her head was to my left so I could use my rig...ht hand. I started spanking her ass. Lucy whispered, "Much harder than that Peter." I hit her ass so hard now it made my hand sting. I growled, "This is hurting me more than it is hurting you!" I was fascinated at how my hand left red hand shaped marks on her ass. I got really into it and Lucy was crying, getting tears all over my thighs. I. Ann Helen’s feminine instinct had her dressing the ‘proper’ way when she knewRoger was to join us. When we went out as couples, Roger would concentrate his attention to Ann and practically ignore Sue.I encouraged Ann to dress provocatively when I knew Roger was going to be with us.I made sure Roger would attend any pool party, where Ann Helen would wear her yellow, very tiny bikini.I saw Roger several times trying to peek a little into Ann Helen’s treasures. I’d. Right now she looked entirely respectable with her granny knickers and her big black framed glasses making her attractive middle-aged face look like the picture of proper behavior.I remembered how she shouted out the terrible dirty words when the man of the cloth delivered his sticky load to her waiting vaginal channel.Her taste was quite different. It heightened my sensation of doing something "dirty" with the Reverend and that is a feeling that insured my own hoped-for orgasm.The very. " "Were you close?" "Yes. I'm just--" He found that perfect patch of real estate and slipped my fingers over it again, cutting me off. My body obligingly opened to the sensation: my legs straining wide, my knees trembling. The pleasure was doubled after being taken away. My back arched and I heard his chuckle again. Then he stopped. This was an interesting development. I was frustrated and let him see it, since I sensed it was what he wanted. It was rare that a client's desire and my.