The deputy held her up as her body climaxed. Finally, the electricity passed from her and the deputy helped her turn around and sit down. Angel’s lo...ng hair was stuck to her back, held their by her own sweat. The deputy noticed little beads of sweat on the sweet girl’s chest and stomach too. She helped Angel settle back and lean against the wall. ‘You sure are something little girl,’ the deputy said to her. ‘We ain’t never had a girl in here like you before.’ Angel almost laughed at this. Maybe. Mandy comes over and gives me a kiss on the cheek and I wake up with a start and jolt Becky awake… Mandy says, “I am sorry you guys, you just looked so peaceful and content there, I wanted to give you a kiss…” Becky looks over at me, “I guess I fell asleep and d**g you down with me eh?” She laughs a little… “It would appear that way hon. Its ok, I think it did you some good to just be able to lay there knowing nothing was going to happen…I obviously did not mind”. And I smile at her. The girls. ” She paused. I straddled her facing her ass, gripping her sides with my legs. Quickly I slapped her ass five times making it red and splotchy.After it was clear I was not going to strike her any more, she said, “That was Five Sir, Thank you Sir, for the reminder.”“Off you go, do your best Laura. Pet, please watch these two for me.”“Yes Sir.”“Mary, a word in the kitchen please.”“Of course Kevin,” as we both walked into the kitchen to speak privately.“I greatly value Laura. None of us would be. We didn't talk about it. It was in our marriage closet. By the latter half of the 1970s, the sexual revolution of the sixties was over. Sex had won. Now everyone was "doing it". An eighteen-year-old virgin was a source of ridicule. Couples like us who missed the free love boat were urged to get aboard.By 1975 middle America Tupperware parties became "Fuckerwear Parties" with a middle class married woman host selling lingerie, lovemaking oils, and sex toys. Pornography was on the big screen.