“Push your ass up,” he said as he grabbed the cane. After several hits he asked, “Why do you deserve this caning?” “I was snooping on the in...ernet, looking for some info about you.” “Snooping on the internet, that's really bad. It deserves punishment,” he said as he placed another hit on her bottom. He continued spanking , but he was more careful this time. He didn't hit her so strongly and he was hitting different spots, but after several more strokes she shouted, “Stop!” He sat on a chair and. If I had killed the son of a bitch, what would I have had to do with the body not even twenty feet from a hundred runners. What would I have done with it in a strange town. Would you really prefer me to call you up on Saturday morning. Then say to you, I have a body in the middle of the Washington Marathon route. Could you send a clean up crew immediately, since someone is going to stumble over us any minute.Worse still would you want me to take an arrest and wind up in jail with cops and. I used them to start fucking him properly, pushing my ass up and down on him. I started slowly, my ass still adapting to his size, but his pecum was spilling into me so there was no problem with lubrication. His hands helped push and pull me on his cock, and soon we were moving as fast as we could, his cock filling me up and withdrawing several times a second. Im cumming, Im cumming baby. Your ass is the best thing thats ever happened to me. I turned my head to kiss him, our tongues overlapping. The one memorable thing about Mike was that he smoked a particular brand of cigarettes, and always used matches, instead a lighter. At the time I worked as a junior executive with a British oil company in their London office, and sometimes had to be away from home regularly for up to a week on business. On one Friday when I arrived home from such a trip the first thing Carol wanted to do was fuck I hardly had time to take my shoes off! After an hour or so of our vigorous sex we sat down for a.