Now go!" he pushed me helpfully in the back and pointed towards a group of girls. With as much confidence as a terrorist in the white house I swagger...d, and I use the term very loosely, towards the vaguely familiar group of girls. I threw furtive glances around me, looking for the now invisible Piers. The girls looked up and noticed me, nudging each other as they eyed me up. Only as I was about to speak did I realise who they were, those bitches I ran in to before."What the fuck do you. "You didn't seem to object in the past."Pam closed her eyes, her lips releasing a quiet moan as she allowed herself to think about what it was his comments referred to.It had been almost a year since it had first happened and even now she knew there was no accounting for why she'd allowed it.Fifty three years of age, her three children having flown the nest she was happily married, or so she'd kept telling herself, and for that matter, at the time, so was Adam, yet for reasons she'd since been. Now Katrina isa beautiful girl, she's also 100% muscle, and definitely not a daintyflower. She almost knocked the air out of me, not that there was muchair to begin with, between the ropes and the corset. She scooted herbut up until she was grinding her pussy against my crotch, and sheshoved her huge breasts into my face, sealing my mouth and nose with hercleavage. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, I panicked. I pleadedwith my eyes, while she smiled at me with her's. Just when I was. “Say ‘please,’” he ordered in reply.“Please take off your pants, Justin,” Erin said, and rolled her eyes. What a dork.Justin stood up and unbuckled his belt. Sliding it off, he folded it in his hands and snapped it loudly, making Erin jump.“Still in the mood for some of that?” Justin asked, and chuckled.Remembering the previous spanking, Erin clenched her thighs together.Might be nice…Justin began to unbutton his shirt, then stopped halfway through. His face held an expression of fondness that.