Wilson looked me up and down then said, "Gosh yes, I haven't had a man's hands on my body in quite some time, I think since George died ... let me see..., five ... no six years ago so it's been at least six and a half or maybe seven years since I had a man see me without clothes." I stood there stunned; I guess it had never dawned on me that I would be expected to help females undress and bathe. I looked at Mrs. Wilson, and red-faced, smiled and thanked her for the compliment.Wendy turned on the. She has been single for a long time, dating occasionally, but seemingly, not finding someone to settle down with. Lilly and I spent lots of time on the phone, keeping each other up to date on all sorts of things going on in our lives. She has a wicked sense of humour and can keep me in stitches every time we talk. Lilly is very well educated and our discussions on many subjects are always animated and intellectually stimulating. I was surprised a few weeks ago when she called because she seemed. ”“NNNRRGGGHHH! NNNNPPHHHH!!!” His body shook in her grasp as her intentions grew more clear.“Oh, forgetting the rules already? That's going to cost you.”Jasmine rose and walked to the dresser filled with toys, fetish clothing and restraints. She retrieved a long, sturdy paddle before making her way back to the bed.“Ten strokes to help you remember, bitch boy.”*WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK*She brought the flat end of the paddle down fiercely across the center of both cheeks. Each one grew more. It felt as if someone had stabbed her, she closed her eyes and winched unable to breathe or move, her pussy burned as he pulled his cock all the way out and thrust hard into her again. After doing this once more, he began to fuck her, each time thrusting into her pussy extremely hard. Her pussy burned as he fucked her, as did her ass, which still hurt from the beating he had given it, each time she winched as he contacted her ass. He then slowed up for a second, reached back and smacked her.