She didn't even remember what she choose, but she always matched. The blue bow bra could only mean...“Wake up white gurl,” the fat man said while ...napping his fingers. “Get them jeans off.”Margo felt light headed again as the room swirled. “Please, I have credit cards. Three of them! I'll give you the pin!” she blabbered.“We can have the cards if you're alive or not.” The angriest member stated as he cracked his knuckles. Margo practically jumped out of her Prada boots. Her trembling hands. She got to her feet, leaning against my hand as I kissed her again full on her luscious lips. This time I had traction!Sonia was very elegantly dressed in a top and trousers, and a light jacket for the January chill. I had her remove her jacket. The top had a lacy frill to it and was transparent to the right extent to reveal just what was required. It was buttoned till the swell of her breasts, showing the cleavage tantalizingly.It was tucked in her trousers, which I helped remove with my free. I need to stop before you start to bruise as I want to take my baby swimming next week. To stop is like trying to stop during coitus you always need that one last stroke and before you know it that quickie has become a full on session.I want to keep going but enough is enough it’s time to stop. Being a good daddy is as much about restraint as it is about teaching hard lessons. I can feel the heat radiate off your sweet lips as I rest my hand on the cusp of your bottom where it meets your. This was the sign I had been watching for. I slowed and reduced the force considerably before stopping and going back to gently stroking her now burning fiercely red bottom.“Mmmmm, good girl Katie. Good girl” I assured her, softly stroking her bottom. I could tell by the whimpers even that was painful for her. “You did VERY well Katie, especially considering this is the first time you’ve been over a man’s knee”. My cock was rock hard at this point, she must have been able to feel it beneath.