He invited me inside, and as soon as I walked in, he pushed me onto the bed. He kissed me and rubbed at my crotch, squeezed my fake, stuffed tits. I p...ushed him off, and started unzipping his pants. He stopped me. “Bitch, who do you think you are? You’re MINE. I’ll tell you what to do.” He turned me over, pulled up my dress, exposing my smooth, firm ass. He started spanking me. “fuck, ohh FUCK” I cried out, it hurt, but it was a mix between pain and pleasure. He stopped spanking me, and got up. As always, I told her how beautiful shelooked and told Kathy how much I liked her new dress. ? She was wearing avery bright red lipstick and kissed me on the cheek before picking up her purseand walked out of the bedroom. She told me she might be home that night but notto worry if she wasn?t back until the next afternoon. ? I watched as shewalked out the front door and watched her car until she turned the corner overa black away from our house. This was the tough part about allowing Kathy. He had been crying – that was obvious, but he was not sniffing, sobbing and gasping for breath. Peter Mitchell was simply just breathing heavily as if he had been doing something strenuous. She had said nothing to her young assistant, but really wanted to talk to Zoe about this. Ms. Sherrington was determined to get the quiet, sweet, blonde-haired woman to put her eighteen-year-old adopted son back in his place, as well as getting the very attractive older woman to go to bed with her.The. It was already dark outside the Moon Inn.“I do too,” replied Marc, raising his head so he could see her face. “I just need to tell you that was the best sex I have ever had.” He kissed her cheek.“I did get a little carried away,” she purred. “It was the feel of your bare cock in my pussy that just, well, I think you felt it too.”“I did, you’ve squeezed me before, but not that hard.”Marc felt Shilpa’s hand cup his softening cock and balls and give them a gentle squeeze.“This might need a rest as.