She was raising and moving her hips, searching for my penis, then took a hand to reach down and guide my penis into her. As I rammed it home she recip...ocated with her hips and we set up a rhythm, working together. I was up on my hands and knees hammering her when I felt my self beginning to cum. I resolved to keep going as long as I could, so I continued amid the sloshing sounds of her juices and my cum until she started to cum again. I slowed my pace to let her work through the orgasm then. The warmth moved up my belly, and my hips began to move involuntarily with each swing. I could feel the padlock bouncing against my clit. The chain was beginning to get moist with myown juices. It started slip a little deeper into me with each slap of the paddle. It felt like the insidesof my thighs were wet almost down to my knees."... Twenty-four, Twenty-five." I knew my ass was bright red. I could feel the heat of where eachpaddle had stung the flesh. But I didn't care. I didn't want. Charlene can't break it loose even with her new filter wrench.I bend down surrounding Charlene's shoulders spooning against her back. My arms reach under hers, press in, lifting her breasts, teasing the tips against her blouse. My hands guide hers on the filter wrench. Charlene shrugs to rub her breasts on my arm. The invite to caress her breasts is clear but my hands are grimy with engine dirt and oil. I just rub with the back of my arm. Charlene's coos thrill me as we feel each others smooth. I thought I was going to be sick. Now I certainly couldn't try to runaway looking like this. I had no way to not look like a dainty, demure,delicate young lady, unless it was to look like a bimbo or an evendaintier little girl. I felt trapped more than ever. I just wanted toscream and cry, just like a little girl. I knew though that I had to goget ready, otherwise I'd be screaming and crying for real from apunishment for Mistress Helen, or worst, Master William.So I unhooked the pink bow and.