"I think that fifteen would be a better number," she stated. "I'm very disappointed in you, Kevin." She put the slipper against my exposed ass. I coul...d feel the coolness of the leather. Then, without any warning, she pulled back and slapped me with her slipper squarely in the center of my ass. "One, ma'am!" I cried out.She then brought it back again and slapped me left ass cheek and then quickly slapped my right ass cheek. "Two, ma'am! Three, ma'am!" She paused briefly and then repeated the. There were faint lines after a bikini in the tan and her curves were those of a mature woman, but without any excess fat to speak of. She was trembling slightly and startled somewhat when he whispered in her ear again.- Do you trust me?- Yes. Her answer was labored and low.- Stand still.He moved silently over to the antique wardrobe and retrieved two more scarfs. He draped them over the upturned palms of his hands and returned to his position behind her. He reached around her and cupped her. ‘Give me all of your hard cock,’ I demand. ‘Oh…Oh…ohhhh…’ I hear myself whimper while you slide your HARD COCK up and down. Letting it caress up and down … just the opening…nothing further. Your hard hot cock is driving me crazy. Feeling you push back…wanting him in me… sliding him down and back up, your cock is fucking amazing. Feeling him throb… pushing hard against me… sliding your hot throbbing cock down and let him go further down, letting him hit my wetness. Sliding him on my clit…that. Captain Bob, who Grandpa had tasked with shepherding me through the process, always warned me that memorizing the facts of flight was not enough. The hours of flight time were there to make sure a person integrated what he had learned into his behavior. All this passed through my thoughts one day as I sat sipping a glass of iced tea and staring at the United States on Google Maps. Something had been tickling my brain for a while now, and I couldn't figure out what it was.I had briefly thought.