I watched as the bar tender brought her a drink and she turned around in her chair so that she was facing in my direction. She was just sort of starin... off into space and as she sipped her drink, and her knees were separated just far enough that I could see up her skirt to the white strip of panties that covered her pussy. I tried to look away but I couldn't.When John noticed what had captured my attention he said, "She is beautiful isn't she?" I agreed. Then he said, "Now you should be. I wasn't looking for anything in particular, but it didn't hurt to see what was coming to drink here. I didn't see anything else out of the ordinary, or I didn't recognize it as such if I did.Crossing back over the river involved another undressing and dressing and I was glad that my cups seemed dry enough to move now. I could tell that they would still be fragile but I'd just have to be careful.Lunch had come and gone by the time I returned, but my mates had saved me a few tidbits. They were. Though she knew she was being punished she couldn’t help but notice she was getting wet between her legs. She couldn’t help it. It was also a complete turn-on.She walked over to the edge of the bed and without assistance, bent over the stack of pillows and spread her legs apart. Almost immediately, her spanking began. There was no need for words. Everything that needed to be said had already been said, and the time for contrition was at hand. The first blow struck, and though it was only with. Her partner was named Paula, about five foot one inch tall, early fifties,maybe one hundred ten pounds. We talked and made plans. They liked me because of my rugged looks. A few nights later we met at their house and got started. They decided that the turkey baster was a bad idea and that I was to cum on her cunt as she held it open, squirt in there without touching her. We got started, Wendy laid on the bed without pants and I stood a few steps away with my pants down and started to jack.