Whatever you want to do or I want to do, we just say and as long as the other doesn't object, that's fine. There's one I thought about but didn't put ...down because I wanted to discuss it with you, actually.” I grunted for her to continue.“Spanking,” she said. “I don't know if it's something you would be interested in. I've never really done it, but...”“Sure, I'll spank you if you like,” I said.“Hard,” she said. “I want you to really whack me and then fuck me. And I want to do it to you if that's. When Britt and Mark returned to the table I took him out to dance. It was a slow dance and he placed his hand on my back. I wore a purple blouse that was backless, string crisscrossing to hold it together and black pants with black heels. My ginger hair in little clip to keep out of my face but flowing down the back. He could smell my freshly washed hair. He pulled me close and I could feel his reaction to me. I was definitely feeling good too. The song ended and started a new hopping song.. Now thank me nicely for your punishment>???????????? I sobbedand muttered ?Thank you, John.???????? ??????????? He said?What was that? A slave calling her Master by his first name? Oh no, we?ll havenone of that. You will call me ?Master? or sometimes ?Master John? but neverjust ?John. My wife, Brenda, you will address as Mistress. As a slave, youshould have known that, so to impress it on your memory. I?m going to give youanother 5 strokes>?He did this right away and once again I was crying out. “Even though there is less dick to suck than Nick?” She asked. Brian looked down at her quickly and her head was resting on his left thigh, she was licking at the shaft of his cock randomly without much enthusiasm. Her eyes were staring a hole into the back of his head and she smiled. “Right? I don’t have as much to suck, do I?” Her eyes wouldn’t leave Brian’s and his cock throbbed against her right hand as his dick answered her question for her. “No,” he finally managed to respond. “My dick.