Show me something more.Me: Just shut up and have some more.I surfed my gallery and sent him some pictures of my sexy bareback.He: Oh! I love the view ...rom here. It would be better with me in the picture, though. Look what you are making me do.And he sent me a picture of his huge bulge in his shorts. I must say these guys are really quick. Not even once did he try to know if I am actually the girl in the pics. He was ready to bare it all before me. I then asked him to take it easy and take. "You remember this paddle don't you slut?" he spoke softly, as he stroked her naked ass with the paddle. "You remember this paddle and just what it does to you, don't you?" Yes Master," she said her pulse already speeding up. She did remember this paddle; she had more than one experience with it. Sometimes she would be standing, sometimes bent over the stool or even over his knee (a particular favorite of hers), she'd had dealings with this paddle before. And it was very effective in getting. I turned and made my way to the mirror. There Sarah was. It was hard to believe it was me standing there in the yellow sundress and white socks. I ran my hands over my ribs. She sure was slim. I looked down at my (her) chest. She appeared to have small buds. They were almost imperceptible to the eye, but not to the touch. Her nipples reacted to my touch like my penis usually does to my hand. It was like an electric current. It made me squirm between my legs, a feeling I have never felt before.. As I searched the crowded lot for a parking spot somewhere near my room, I caught a glimpse of a couple hurrying into their room only a few doors down from mine.The woman was pretty in a kind of “been married for awhile” kind of way. They looked road worn, as if they’d been traveling all day. The guy was attractive, raw, he was the reason I noticed them at all.By the time I’d parked, they were gone.I grabbed my bag from the backseat and started to walk towards my room. As I went to get the card.