There she stood in all her beauty. Pink high heels, skin tone stockings to the thighs where cute pink garter hooks attached and very cheeky smokey pin... panties covering just a little of the bright creamy skin. Not a dimple or freckle in sight. He had looked for some sign, looked very carefully over the year. She was almost too perfect. She moved to her drawer again and pulled out the larger of her toys. The dildo she attached to the floor with a suction cup… Ah, she wanted to ride and ride. When a letter arrived from her in the autumn, I was pleased to read that she would be in town the following month and invited me to catch up over coffee. The hotel bar was very grand in its tastefully understated way and I spotted her immediately, smiling warmly at me and getting up from her seat at the quiet corner table. We exchanged kisses on the cheek and she embraced me, clearly as pleased to see me after all this time as I was to see her. She looked slightly older, less girlish than I. It made my lips shivers, wanting to truly kiss him. It made me feel special instantly, and from there on there was a bit more touching, kissing, and teasing. We lived a few time zones apart, which played a big factor in how often we could see each other. We made it work as best we could. After several months we started talking about meeting in person. It made the both of us a wee bit nervous, but we wanted it. We started saving, talking about who was going to travel, which would be easier, and. The sounds of her spanking, its cracks would sound.The reality of her situation showed this was no longer fiction. The witch was a bitch and the bidding had been heated. The newest witch was about to have hot ‘Charmed Buns.’ had been picked, but would Piper or Kira be next?Billie struggled & tussled as Piper lowered her slacks & dislodged her shiny red panties. The holiday- goer put up quite a fuss, regretting agreeing to the charity spanking.Pops and swats up and down one soft cheek, before.