You're doing well.” She feasted her eyes on the pale orbs that were now startlingly striped with purple parallels.Twelve strokes in and he was vocal...sing with sharp yelps. There was sweat on his brow and small muscular spasms ran up and down the backs of the thighs. The buttocks were now more raised welt than clear flesh and a solid area of bruise was forming low on the right.Lady Vernon leaned forward and spoke to the bent head. “Just six to go. And a word of advice, boy. Try not to keep. She was wearing a pink and blue hippie coming up to her thighs. In the flashing light I could see her curvy figure. She was looking absolutely hot. Dead hot. She had big boobs, around 34D, too well for her age. Her waist was very thin, and then her hips, they were humongous. Her thighs were fleshy and her legs looked incredibly hot. Her body shape was like a curvy bottle. More like a Miranda bottle. I guess u r getting the picture.She closed the bathroom door still looking at me. I was. "He is right, but he didn't do well. His kid got raped at the high school couple of years back." He could see the interest in my eye. "Different guy writer, that one was a basketball coach. Some folks say she didn't resist and at the trial they brought in a couple of other students. You know it got real messy before they sent the coach away. Old Amos, he ain't never forgive those that said harsh words agin his Betty." I don't reckon I would either." It was the truth and I knew it. It it had. This I duly did which was not easy as a still could not use my hands revealing a very clean shaven, wet and swollen pussy. “Hands on the bed” I was commanded “give it some attention”. I lowered my head towards her open thighs, the sweet aroma wafting around my senses. Without warning, Alex slowly closed her legs around my shoulders so I could not move. It was mouth to wet pussy and I was enjoying it. I started to massage her hole, Alex was moaning and occasionally let out a squeal, I was.