She said its completely fine, take your time, nothing to hurry. Ok let me tell you about her. She was a 34 yrs old married woman, wheatish complexion,...and was soo voluptuous, that just by seeing her pic my cock started waking up.Her face was pleasant looking, with full luscious lips. I was dying to taste those full juicy lips. She was around 5 feet 3 inches, and her whole body was filled with delicious amount of flesh, all over the right places. She had said me that her husband is not. The little bitch was heading straight home. Good.This stalking, her tight sexy ass in those blue pants and the thrilling anticipation of what he had planned for her was giving him a massive stiffie. As she headed towards the path by the car-park he had to make a conscious effort to control his breathing.She was almost at decision point. Could he really do this?Like most men the fantasy of abducting and raping a girl was a pleasant one that he regularly indulged in. Of course moral. Just toy with him and get him going. He’s already cum twice today, so he should be able to hold it a little better than usual.”Emma wrapped her hand around me and slowly began to stroke up and down. Jess was right and I was a bit less sensitive than usual; but it still certainly felt good.Emma picked up the pace a bit. “Do you like it when I do this to you?” she asked. Her tone told me that it wasn’t rhetorical.“God, yes. Can’t you tell?” I said.Apparently she couldn’t and she seemed unhappy. She wasn’t surprised at all that Marlene let out a pained gasp and wiggled her bottom from side to side and breathed in and out deeply, showing all the signs of someone struggling to cope.Marlene hated the cane even more than being spanked. There wasn’t quite the same humiliation of being bent across a dominant woman’s lap, although almost the same as she had to bend over and still present her bottom to those watching. So, when that first stroke landed she reacted as she always did, unable to.