As I step out of them I wrap my left arm around her waist. My right hand goes to her shoulder and pushes her forward as my left arm pulls her back, be...ding her over onto the counter. She does not resist.Using my right hand I grab the hem of her skirt and pull it up, revealing her firm, shapely ass. I kick her feet further apart, spreading her legs more, and firmly grasp her hips as I prepare to fuck her.My fingers get wet as I reach in between her legs and pull aside her panties, exposing her. ”Jill then continued to land more strokes across moms bottom, adding welt after welt which added to the colour of the blue bruising. Each time mom managed to say that she was sorry, and Jill was satisfied that the lesson was being learned.Jill completed the first set of six strokes and stopped for a while, although continued to rub the cane back and forth across moms bottom cheeks. Mom was crying quite freely, as she knew she would, because, having reached an orgasm, she told herself that this. .."On and on the voice went about the curve of the leg the neck the shape and size of the head how it differs from a males. The arms, the muscles how they were all different.I began to doze again the monotone and the drug both playing tricks on my brain. Where were my colors? I did so enjoy the colors. Well a model hey? I could be model. Besides, not like I could just walk out. Right? I give a little gagged laugh. Hystria?I awoke again when I feel a sharp point at my hip. I know better than to. In many ways it was my sanity pill. I exercised and toned my body with the same passion I did everything else. I was lean and firm from hours of aerobics and running and my muscles were well developed from my weight training. My time at the gym rejuvenated me for the rest of my day, which would be equally as busy as my working day. Every morning before daylight, long before I woke the kids, I ran for two miles and walked for a mile. The walk was my time to smell the roses. My frame was average.