Which he did, with gusto.It was quickly obvious that Anna was no stranger to the cane. Not only were there old bruises on her nether cheeks, but it w...asn’t until the seventh blow that he heard her utter anything verbal other than the occasional expulsion of a puff of air from her tight–closed mouth. This did not last much longer though. Rudy was hitting her behind with well-timed swift and strong blows. By the tenth such blow, Anna was crying miserably and uttering low moans. Both buttocks. . What is he doing with his tongue, Janey..."Janey felt hot now. She couldn't hold the secret back any longer. "He likes to lick me sometimes, and I let him Does he feel good?"Maureen nodded slowly, staring at Janey.Janey walked over to the couch with her glass and bottle, both of which she placed on the floor. She and Maureen looked at each other for a while, then Janey put her arm around Maureen's shoulders. They leaned their heads back against the top of the couch and looked at each other. After everyone paints my tits from each distance, I paint them from inches away and then ask Anna what is next, pretty sure of what her answer will be, and actually eager to hear her say it. "Lie on the table and spread your legs." I do as instructed, no longer able to argue with my daughter's commands. Once my pussy lips are stretched out and taped in place, Anna ties a cord around the tip of my clit and stretches it out viciously. "What do you want us to do?" "I want you to open my pussy. Miss Kitty (Kitty's Pussy) — have you ever seen re-runs of Gunsmoke? Miss Kitty was the Madam in the local whorehouse - was I think the next bored housewife. She was a regular customer of Angelo's, but nothing more. Then one evening, I made a delivery and she was dressed for fucking. I got a good look but that was it, though I was sure that she had someone in the other room. Then she called in an order the following evening, which was very strange, and asked Angelo to have me deliver it after.