She puts the joint back to her lips, this time taking a small smooth hit, holding for a second and exhaling slow.
“ that a girl, that’s better�...� I say taking the joint from her and taking a hit.
Courtney: “ I love your house”
Me: “ Thank you , I’ve been working toward getting my dream house for 20 years and I finally got it. Still a few additions I want to make but right now I’m very happy with it.”
Courtney: “20 years!”
Me: “Well ya, It takes time, and hard work. Well it did for me. You might. The trick is that he must not be able to say you suggested it. Perhaps a girlfriend could suggest to her lover/husband that he invite your man to the diversion. (She may want you to return the favor later, especially when she comes to realize how happy you are after you have enslaved your man.) This other guy, of course, must be an innocent dupe.So the day arrives. Off he goes, all unsuspecting, with a quick peck on your cheek. As he goes out the door, you holler after him "See you around. She spanked me. Hard. And a lot. I squirmed. She grabbed me harder and kept me still. I tried to swat her hand away from my butt. She slapped the backs of my thighs a few times and I gave that up. OMG did that hurt. I tried to get up. Madame E grabbed onto me so hard that I couldn't move. The whole time, she was scolding me in French (well it seemed like she was scolding me, I couldn't understand what she was saying).Finally, she stopped! She must have hit me over a hundred times! My butt hurt. Next she warmed his chest, bringing the flame closer until the skin bubbled and began to slough off. She held the blue cone of flame to each nipple, crisping it until it was black. Then it was Mom's turn. Her bulging breasts bubbled as the torch toasted them, and the nipples, like Marshall's, were destroyed, burnt until they looked like overcooked marshmallows at a cookout. Clearly, the pain was excruciating, but Mom stoically muffled her screams. Nora played the flame lightly up and down.