‘Now is not a-Ohh… not a good-Ahhh… time.’ She squirmed, feeling the soft pad of his thumb print rubbing her nipple, his hand under her shirt,... the bra already undone. Her breasts ached and throbbed, full to bursting, lolling heavily against his callused palms. He kissed her, his tongue thrusting forward, insistent, urgent, demanding entry. With a soft moan, she complied, her lips opening wide to receive the fleshy moist invader, his tongue. Sucking gently, she surrendered to the darting fleshy. ”“You know sir...I’m not afraid to smack you.” Candace says with a smile.“Just joking” he says back, turning back to the front and putting the van in gear with a little smile on his face.30 minutes later, they arrive at the airport. The driver unloads their bags and Candace and Scott head to the ticket counter to check in their bags. The counter agent looks up their reservation and confirms their passport information. She reads aloud to them their itinerary. She gets to the seating. “Here’s what I propose to do: I’ll take you over my lap in this chair. Then I’ll spank you on the seat of your nice little denim skirt.” Somehow complimenting her clothes seemed like a good idea. “That will just be a warm-up. Then I'll lift up your skirt and take your panties off – assuming you actually are wearing panties – and I’ll use my hand to beat your bare backside. I'll give it to you pretty hard and for a while too, like several minutes.”Jesus, was I actually saying these things to a. Linda was giggling and talking as Jake played his usual charming self, telling her what a hot bod she had and how much he was looking forward to being her lover for the night. She said, "Let's go to the bedroom and see what we have for each other."They went into the bedroom and closed the door. I moved to the door to listen. I was wishing I had a camera or something to see them. This was going to be good I thought.I heard Linda say, "Oh my, what a beautiful black pole. Oh my how hard it feels..