She had no under panties on and she put her legs over my chest. I stared at a beautiful pussy, just inches from my face. I could smell her aroma of pu...re female sex and perfume. She just sat and smiled at me, sipping her wine. My arms were pinned down with her legs. She continued to whisper: (“….do you see something you like?…would you like to taste Jenna?…put your tongue out and taste me….you’ll like it…”) She inched her pussy a tiny bit forward. She played with my hair, rubbing it and the. ‘Of course, you strike me with this branch of birch as I strike you on the back and buttocks.’ I heard you giggle and you saying,’ Sounds like a spanking to me.’ I smiled though you could not see me but guided you to your feet and stood you on the hot wooden floor. I allowed you the first blows to get you used to the sensation. Your petite hand wrapped about the branch denuded of its leaves and at first were hesitant with your blows. Then as you grew more comfortable you struck harder blows. She didn't need any more stimulation than that to make her come. Watching her buck in the throws was enough for me to dump my load into her throat; just in time too for the second half was about to start.I had met Carla some two years ago now and I was immediately attracted to her pretty face and her slender, but shapely body. She seemed to like me too, for within weeks we were an item. Within six months we were engaged and now we had been married for nearly nine months. I couldn't believe how. Surprisingly however my doorbell went soon after.I answered with curiosity, and sure enough a clearly drunk Jane was standing on my doorstep smiling, dressed extremely slutty which didn’t really suit her well spoken and quiet demeanour. I ushered Jane inside as it was about minus 5 outside, winters can be harsh even in the Scottish lowlands, and couldn’t help but look down her low cut top which allowed her large round boobs ample room to wobble gloriously with every moment. Jane sat down on the.