I felt her pussy clasp and her body shook. Again, she trembled. I quickened. Harder. Faster. Smack on her ass. Her muscles tightened. Grasped at my sh...aft. Smack. Thrust. Everything tensed. The orchestra of bottles increased tempo as they approached their final crescendo. I grabbed and squeezed her breast. Head pulled back. “Yessss” she cried out. I felt her juices flood inside her, lubricating my shaft. The juices ran down our legs. My cock danced in and out of her slippery snatch. She felt. “Don’t you think that I’m a little old to get a spanking?”“Who said anything about a spanking?” he asks, and his voice is silky smooth, sending little tremor down her back.“You did,” Tabitha points out, admonishing herself for letting down her guard down. This is supposed to be her game, not his. “You said you’d bend me over that chair and ... oh...” Then it dawns on her that he wasn’t talking of spankings at all. Why else would she be bent over with her ass sticking up in the air? “You. I put my hand on her waist and caressed her soft waist and her well-proportionedbuttocks. "Angel, Iwould like some more vegetables" "Yes, master!" Iwatched Peter's intent stare with amusement as Cheryl moved gracefully towardskitched,her naked body so inviting and enticing. "God, that is amazing!" Devynexclaimed. "How thehell did you manage to train her that way, Romeo?" Peter was hooked. "Well, buddy,I can tell you but I'll take some charts, some documents and a whiteboardto explain. My mother was at work and I remember it was a hot summer afternoon and my auntie was keen to sunbathe herself and had set us up with a paddling pool and hosepipe in the garden. I, of course, knew nothing about sexual urges at that age and did not understand what was driving me but I remember even at that young age wanting to get out of the stupid bikini I had been put in. I also remember wanting my cousin to take it off me but I suspect he was and remains ‘normal’ and you have to be pretty.