" Oh, I say, would you? I´m most terribly impressed. Those whip marks....." Do you whip girls yourself, Mr. Smythe?" Well, er, as a matter of fact......." "We get whipped regularly. Could I have another cup of tea?"They were joined by the United States. Probably Oklahoma. "Honey, you´re a sight for sore eyes. How much do you charge?"Mr. Smythe blinked. "Charge for what?" Dorinda asked."Them whip marks. Mighty purty. I´d like to whip your ass." You´ll have to see my owner for that," Dorinda. We fell back onto the double king-size bed locked in our embrace, and suddenly I could feel her hand rubbing my, by now erect penis though the fabric of my trousers. “Crickey”, I thought, “She really wants it badly”, and I felt my zip falling down. My hand reached behind her, and my old age practice of undoing a bra with one hand was not forgotten as it unclasped her well filled bra. She undid my belt, and my trousers fell away, while I found her black slacks had only elastic holding them up.. Once she was finished, she took a comb to straighten the hair and removed all tangles. Again, Pelle moaned with satisfaction as she dragged the teeth of the comb over his scalp."Thank you," he finally exhaled. "That was nice. Now, it's your turn."He turned around and made a twirling motion with his hand meaning for Ingeburg to turn her back to him. Shrugging inwardly Ingeburg obeyed. She meant to keep her arms crossed over her breasts, but Pelle gave her the wash rag to cover her eyes. She knew. ." Mary observed.Louise swallowed. "I heard it wasn't his fault."Mary smiled. "Your source and mine say the same thing. I, uh, didn't picture you putting yourself out on a limb..." I'm, uh, little shaky, but I have to do SOMETHING." Louise husked. "I... just don't get seen..."Mary eyed her closely. "Well, that's pretty poor packaging." Louise's dress hung like a sack from its tight round neck and cap sleeves past its ungathered waist all the way to her ankles. "You look like Ma Kettle." Yeah,".