This was time to get down to, as my mother would say, 'brass tacks.' I had always wondered where that expression came from, but not enough to look it ...p. At any rate, here we are."I want to hear the details," I said."John," Theresa said, in a tone that sounded like she really didn't want this conversation.Fortunately for me, it had taken a good ten minutes to get us here. I had time to think.I looked at her and said, "I'm guessing that you are not taking me in by the goodness of your heart. You. Our plan was to be finished with our job and have destroyed the facility before that time was up.Our problem at this point was that we had no map of the actual installation, so we were going to have to find where everything was located. That shouldn't be too difficult, but it could slow us down. Our first target was to find the elevators; this place was not likely to be all on one level. Uh-oh, dammit, here comes somebody!What a relief! That "somebody" turned out to be a cleaning woman. Alonzo. “I would like to try that,” Mrs. Hannigan said, and she spanked me again while asking why I was being punished.“Five Ma’am, I am being punished because as I told you earlier, I was rude to my mother,” I answered.“That was four. You didn’t count the last one, and as your mother said, I expect a full and complete response to my inquiries. You’ve made clear the clothespins was for your rudeness. Are you telling me that the only reason you are being punished with a spanking as well is rudeness?”. Oooo. Oooo. Bill! Jesus! Oooo. God! Fuck me with that big fat dick!” He could feel the walls of her cunt gripping his shaft like the fingers of a hand. But grip as she might her little pussy couldn’t restrain him. Not that she wanted too. She was getting exactly what she wanted. A hard deep fucking from the cock of her dreams. She was sending him over the edge. It wasn’t just that Betty had a wonderful pussy, and she certainly did. But watching it gobble up his entire length was an amazing turn.