“It really isn’t that old you know?” Samantha replied, amused at the girls youthful arrogance. Kathy looked away quickly, her cheeks growing wa...m. “Oh, no, no!” she spluttered, “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant, you look great, really toned and fit. If all my clients looked like you, I would be out of a job.” “Well, thank you,” Samantha purred, pleased at the flattery and by Kathy’s submissive tone. “But you will have to work hard to keep me this way,” she grinned. “Oh, I will,” Kathy. I wouldn't release her as I kissed her, and tickled her too, at the same time. I was also making sure, while I found new places to tickle, that my hand found her breasts, and her pussy too. It took a couple more minutes, but she eventually stopped protesting, or trying to stop my roaming hands. By the time I felt her palm, searching for my dick, along the outside of my slacks, I knew she had gotten over her worry about how I'd react when I found out about her being teased at school. We almost. "Yes, Joe. Don't stop until you hear me say 'Uncle.'" He laid his belt against her ass and she closed her eyes. The belt disappeared and then a moment later, landed hard on her ass. It was a good first effort, enough to make her go "Ooh!" He reared back and brought the belt down again. A little harder. He was starting to get into it. He settled into a rhythm of about a second and a half between each stroke. Each one elicited a little squeak from Francesca, but she still felt like she could. Sometimes, I think she enjoys the attention a little too much.Jessy has shoulder-length curly red hair, long skinny legs, her tits are a little smaller than Michelle's. A couple of tattoos and a really nice ass. But she's not my Michelle, and the thought of sex with her never really crossed my mind. Now, Jess is the free spirit type. Meditation in the morning followed by some yoga and then off to work at the head shop. She sells drug paraphernalia and sex toys. About the only thing that I have.