She became slow when I commanded her to do things. I always had to punish her. I would move her panties just a bit so I could spank her with her keepi...ng them on. I spanked her until I could push the panties towards her cunt and feel the wetness. I would then ask her if she was allowed to be wet. I would get the paddle. The paddle has a different feel from the slap. Less physical, it’s not a hand, but it has a feeling all it’s own. More of a surprise. I paddled her. I ripped her panties off and. She had a sweet taste one that I was sure I was going to love. I wanted her to have another orgasm before I tried to put my rather large cock into such a small pussy. I did not have long to wait. I had moved my hands under her buttocks and had lifted her pussy up to my face. With the neck brace still on I was not able to bend as far as I normally could. This position allowed me easy access to her arse as well, so I started licking from her arse to her clit, every now and again stopping to push. With the book in his grasp, Ryan made his way to the exit. In doing so, he caught one last glance of the stunning couple. As he rounded the corner of the aisle where he had hidden, Ryan was shocked to see that the other people in the room were oblivious to the scene which had just unfolded. He was almost positive that his final roar could have shaken the entire store. He smirked, Whatever, their loss. Ryan made his way towards the front of the store, glancing at his watch as he did so. Shit!. "It's enough for us to leave." Bud. I've got to tell you something. I feel terrible." What's the matter? We've got the money, more than we need really," Bud rambled. "We could leave this week. We don't have to wait for Labor Day. Maybe we could go to California, or maybe..." Bud, listen to me. This morning... I, well, I'm not... I'm not pregnant." What? How..." Momma said that sometimes girls can get stressed or sick and that'll make them late." Her voice was on the verge of sobs. "I'm sorry. I.