We kept on chatting and I intentionally brought up the talk, how is she feeling, and checking if her ass is not paining. She laughed at it and said sh... feels good to get spanked. This is the opportunity I would not want to miss, and asked her if she liked it, I would offer to spank her but on one condition. She tried to talk off and bring in other topics, but I was bent on to discuss this. Finally she gave in and asked what the condition is. Then I said I will only tell the condition if she. She was sitting in her chair, a padded straight back that was as ratty as the huge dress she wore, her mountainous buttocks overflowing the edges, the wooden arms pressing deeply into her sides. It groaned wearily as she shifted, as if it, too, were as anxious for her to be gone from this world as he was. "Well? I asked you a simple damn question, boy. Did you get me my licorice?" Yes, ma'am," he answered, holding the bag out from as far away as he could get. He couldn't believe how much he. Arthur remembered the first time he had anally penetrated young Taylor on the padded sawhorse in front of two security men who followed his lead with enthusiastic pounding of Taylor's innocent flanks.Taylor was one of the tightest brown eyes he had ever stretched open and he attributed it to the fact she was kept in virtual solitary confinement by her over-protective mother. His promise of employment had opened her knees and her move into the basement was fully approved by both her and her. It was decorated in a style like a European villa circa 1940.The dress she wore seemed to reinforce her idea that the next customer was on a fantasy trip involving this era. She was dressed up like a French noblewoman. The satin dress clung to her full figure and accentuated her every curve.The way her tits pressed against the fabric told anyone looking that she wasn't wearing a bra. The nipples poked eagerly against the cloth and created little mountains of material washing away to all.