The slippery bubbles would compress when her body hit them, almost stopping her momentum before popping in a burst of red light and dropping her into ...he next bubble. No, not dropping, she decided. It felt as if each bubble pop were accelerating her into the next bubble. She could also feel Jim's arms around her in the alternate reality of sleeping on the couch, his hand still cupping the left cheek of her butt through her jeans. "Jim, what is this?" she link-thought in Cantonese."Quantum. In fact, she reckoned age should never matter if being spanked made you a better person like it did for her. So, Nina was happy to be dealt with by Mrs K as the maternal influence in her life treating her as the daughter and disciplining her accordingly, and having the final and only word when deciding when to discipline her.As Nina got to the house and let herself in, she was aware that Mrs K and three of her friends were in the living room playing cards. She waved but heard Mrs K calling her. I was laying on my side facing the lay reading when she returned with a breakfast tray still wearing her little pink towelling suit unzipped even further. In the 4 or 5 steps it took her to walk from the door of the room to the edge of my bed I had gone from cock-sure teenage stud to nervous wreck. My pulse was racing, my mouth was bone-dry yet my cock was screaming "please touch me".Mrs B told me to turn onto my back so she could place the tray over my lap, another thing that caused me brief. She was pulling hand and legs to get removed from tied knots she failed, I slapped her on her pussy and she quieted down for a bit. The smell from her pussy was not sweet as people say . All the time the “unnnhhhhh”, “unnnhhh” and a sudden “uennnnnnn” was driving me crazy, but I wanted to savor the moment and enjoy my first rape at my own pace. I finally pulled her dragging I wanted those milk laden tits worse than the pussy. It was erotic the way she was trying to hide her pussy byt was.