He then pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties. I started to struggle, but he laughed and said, "Oh, now you are worried, aren't you? Oh well, ...you will have to face the consequences." The first slap hurt pretty bad. It stung, but I refused to cry out. He started spanking harder, each hit with that black paddle hurting more and more. My bottom felt like it was on fire. He whispered, "Beg me, little slut." My pussy was getting so wet. I tried to put my hand back there, but he pinned my. After a moment, she took her billfold out and sat staring at a picture of her Mom, then slid a picture of Art Hanes from where it was concealed behind other pictures. It had come with the flashlight and showed the face of a very nice-looking young man, but the picture was grainy and the color was off as if the picture had been taken from a distance. Can I even identify him from this? she worried. I think I've seen him, but I can't be positive. If I'm going to save Mom, I'll have to kill him,. She gives me a questioning look and I wrap my arms around her and press my body up against hers, rubbing all over and mixing all of the paint on her body and getting it all over myself. She is delighted and starts to get into it and wiggles all over, rubbing and spreading the paint all over my body. We go over to the bed and are lying there rolling around and my hand finds her pussy and I start to play with it and she moans loudly and spreads her legs wide. You are. It was quite an interesting sight to behold, no windows on the outside with the big blue neon lights displaying its name across the front, with a neaon silhouette of a woman in a martini glass in white. We got out of the cab and wandered up to the front door. At the front door was a tall and muscular back man standing in front of a velvet rope. A sign above the door said Private Club : Members ONLY Beside the door was also another sign posting a system of rules. There was a small line up ahead.