She didn't know what to do or say. When it was just she and Lavender, she had been able to pretend it was Ron. At that point she was still learning. N...w though, it was something else. Something... carnal... base... sexual. She felt lips against her own again. This time though, the lips were stronger and firmer. They didn't ask like Lavender's had. These lips commanded, pushing against her, drawing her along with them. She was breathless and unbalanced when they broke away. "Ron will probably be. Jess screamed at the pain.“Two,” Mitchell counted.By the time that we reached five, Mitchell looked worried as his mother began to sob. At ten, I slowly rubbed her very red ass cheeks and looked at Mitchell.“Do you see the result of your actions, young man?” I asked.Mitchell was now crying. Not as much as Jess, but they were both in tears and Mitchell pleaded with me to stop.“No, young man, I have decided that twenty-three swats is the right amount.”I proceeded to administer the remaining. You will understand why that interval was important. The drawings supplied for this story were done by a friend amateur artist. Remember that no photos could be taken. If that happened, you would be bounced out, your camera destroyed, and you would be banned from the bar. Oh, and boyfriend, fiancee and husband are examples of banned visitors. This bar had a lot of experience, and knew, the hard way, what all could go wrong with a boyfriend, fiancee or husband present.So, I had my artist friend. The more I thought about it the more I wanted my husband to know my pussy was wet. As I took off my clothes Jack came into the room.“How about a kiss for your half naked wife?” I jokingly asked He looked at me with a strange look but came over and kissed me. Our tongues played together. “It’s been a while big boy. Maybe you should come around a little more.” I said as I took his hand and placed it on my wet pussy.“Damn, you must be horny your wet.” He said “You want a quick fuck before the.