My husband doesn’t even look at me getting out the shower anymore in a longing manner let alone wanting to see me in any of this stuff. The store wa... absent of costumers and it appeared that the cashier was the only other person in the store. Hoping to not bring attention to myself I began to shuffle through the racks pretending to be interested in their contents. ‘Can I help you with something?’ A smooth masculine voice projected over my right shoulder. I swirled around brushing my chin on the. He began to slip her a quarter or so whenever he got into her, usually a little more and some times a little less. Not that he was paying her for her pussy, mind you, but he just wanted to do something nice for her in return. But it was more than just the money he had given her. He had started to develop feelings for her. He tried to ignore those feelings.After a while, he started to get used to Cassie and almost would admit to really caring for her a lot. She was different from all the grown. Her black thong with red lace right in my face. I pull her jeans all the way down without breaking eye contact with her panties. As she goes to lift her leg out of the pants, my lips make contact with her inner thigh. The small pleading moan is all the sound I need to know that I’m doing a good job. My lips kiss, rub, and nibble every inch or her thigh as I move closer and closer to her soaking pussy. There is a long, deep moan as I move her panties out of the way and burry a finger into her. ?Won’t you do your duty??And then I gestured at the coffee table where the thick wooden paddle sat, and in wonder, Niglio moved slowly to it, and I scurried along beside him. Finally I bent over the couch, and slyly pulled down my panties, showing my white bubble butt.Niglio breathed inwardly, and then he lightly swatted me with the paddle. But I rolled my eyes. ?I’m not going to stop being a good girl if you just do it that lightly.? And I winked at him. Then he became a bit temperamental, and.