I began spanking her butt even harder. Six, eight, ten times I gave Anita the hardest slaps I could produce…My sensual babe yelled and wriggled; cri...ed and squirmed.I got tired of spanking her and finally stopped. By now her legs were as wide apart as the thong just around her knees would allow and I could see her puffy wet pussy lips. Those nice pink lips were glistening in the shadows; the bitch had got soaking wet as I slapped her buttocks. My assault on her bum had certainly aroused her so. I told you about that, remember? I know you’ve been busy lately and haven’t paid much attention. Last Saturday, at dinner. No, not Saturday, you couldn’t be with us for dinner on Saturday. You had something to do at work, right? Maybe Sunday.”I watched in horror as he sat down.“Anyway, I was walking down the street to the park when I saw you in here from the window. Which is great, I needed to talk to you...”Seeing my opportunity, I interrupted. “At home, Andrew. We’re having a business lunch. May I ask who your date is with?”“It is with Mary Johnson from my class.”I have seen this Mary around and have volunteered with her mother in some community fundraisers. I was a little set back to think her mother would let her go out on a date since they were the protective type. Mary was a very pretty young lady with long blonde hair and perky tits. She had great legs and a tight ass and dressed to show them all off. She was the head cheerleader and involved in several class activities. . As he lit his cigar, he made himself a mental bet that he would hear a symphony of lewdly unmistakable moans and wails from the guest bedroom before he had smoked it to the end. Then he picked up the phone and called his friend Jock Richmond who lived in an elegant renovated townhouse on a quiet tree-lined street in the East Seventies."How'd it go?" he asked when Jock came on the line against a background of party chatter and clinking glasses."No sweat," Jock drawled casually. "In fact, it was.