“Naughty” on his left arm and “nice” on his right. He pulled out the riding crop from his back pocket and beckoned her.“The only rule is, y...u must call me Father,” he said before he slipped the leather keeper under her shoulder straps. With a sudden flick, the keeper unbound her straps and her chemise dropped to the floor.He circled her slowly and observed naked body. Her supple skin glowed from her two-week old Saint Tropez tan. When he stopped in front of her, she could see the chiseled. ? ?Do not fear, monsieur. If you can rely on the Parisian gendarmerieto do one thing, it is to find a naked girl in a park.? The F-111JanineSchenk was putting the finishing touches to her latest work, ?SL?. She pulledthe protective goggles from her eyes but left the filter mask in place as shepeered intently at the painting?s minute details. A short blast from the airbrush added a tiny highlight at the corner of the classic dished top of a 1972Mercedes 350 SL. Each tiny flaw in the original?s. My focus shifted back to Stacy’s husband. Tom was kissing my ear and how great my tits felt in his hands. My left hand was on his right thigh. My hand inched up Tom's thigh to his crotch. I was a little nervous because Stacy said only kissing, but I could see that Sam was all over Stacy’s tits so I proceeded higher up his thigh. I slid my hand up over his cock and lightly bushed it. Tom shifted a little to give me better access. He clearly wanted me to rub his dick. Tom whispered in my ear that. I felt the heat rising from my backside. "4", "5", "6."At "10" they stopped. Given how hard they were hitting me, I wondered if they stopped because their hands were sore. I was breathing deeply, grateful for the reprieve."Your ass is such a beautiful shade of red. So lovely," Cindy commented."It most certainly is," Loraine replied, lightly running her fingertip over my flaming cheeks.Cindy walked away and then returned a minute later. Near my head, where I could see them, she lay a silver.