”“Oh, wonderful,” Joe said, shaking hands all around. “It’s always good to meet the next generation of Heilman alums. We both graduated from...there.”“That should be our new motto,” Phil said. “‘We might not have the old-boys network like Harvard and Yale but we’ll share a table with you when we can!”This attempt at humor went over much better than the last one.“I have some of my fondest memories at Heilman,” Joe said, nodding wistfully. “I met my lovely bride there. I graduated from there in. Jones. Do you agree to that?" Yes I do." I replied."Please answer with 'Yes I do, Mrs. Jones'. That will cost you extra five swats of the paddle. Are you ready to be spanked?" Yes, Mrs. Jones." I replied."Good! First I want you to get the paddle and wooden spoons you bought and place them on your kitchen table." So I went out to the kitchen and set down the wooden paddle and spoons on the table. "Now I want you to completely take off your shirt and slacks, then stand in front of me with. As the music started, the dark-haired dancer sauntered onto stage, her eyes gazing defiantly at the crowd. Slowly, the music seemed to creep into her body, causing minor swaying, until eventually her entire body was moving to the fast rhythm. Her top strained to contain the heaving breasts within, while her tiny skirt barely hid anything, especially with the slit all the way down the right side. The girl seemed to be getting hotter and hotter, and slowly, to the beat of the music, she peeled. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Just take my pussy and fuck me. Fill me with your cum.”I started the first stroke, out slowly, then in slowly. I could feel the rim of my cock popping past her vaginal opening and the walls of her pussy expanding around the shaft of my cock with each slow wet thrust. Alice had great pelvic muscles and gripped me like she was eighteen.I continued my stroking, in… out, in… out, in… out. Her moans increasing as she bucked her pelvis upward to meet my thrusts which I set to a.