No bra strap… I was excited. It was like a high feeling.I pretended to spend time downstairs waiting for an opportunity, but she was in the kitchen ...and had started cooking. So I went to the kitchen and started making coffee. I spent quite some time pulling this and refilling that, and yada, yada with my espresso machine, in the pretext while peeking for an opportunity. Yes, I can see her from the back, but what was there to see? When she turned and faced me, I turned away because I dared not. I returned to the champagne fountain when a flash of dark maroon silk caught my eye. She stood amongst a group of men, casually talking and flirting with them. She was… impressive. Her hair was down but curled around her shoulders, silver jewelry, in a gown of deep maroon that fell to the floor and cradled her breasts beautifully. She wore no makeup but it wasn’t needed with the creamy peachy complexion she possessed. My cock hardened instantly. The urge to take her to my bedroom and rip off. I reckon twelve smacks at least on each leg. If I persisted in misbehaving, then you would take my knickers down and give me a bare bottom spanking with your hand. If that didn't sort me out, then I would go back across your lap for another spanking with a hairbrush."Melissa was definitely getting aroused by the harder and harder punishments. She rather liked the idea of smacking Emma's legs. Even now as it was summer Emma wore only ankle socks and otherwise had bare legs and she looked at them. She crumpled easily under the force and felt the giant erection press against her tender lips, then burst into her mouth and grind itself without mercy until satisfaction was obtained.12:15 a.m. Apr. 01, 2000Even though our motor skills had returned somewhat to normal, neither Angela nor I could voluntarily turn to flee from the demon. The hairy creature withdrew its grotesque pink member from her dripping lips and ordered me to strip.Although my inner senses fought the command, I was helpless.