Until I was asked it seemed like a purely cosmetic decision to put the slave in a position to be spanked. Now, I realized there were important factors...about leverage and body size and it made it difficult for me to decide.I hate to admit it but I was turned on by the idea of putting Charity over my knee. I picked it despite Master Thorne’s warning that it worked best when the girl was smaller than the person giving her the punishment.I expected Master Thorne to call me a pervert, but he sighed. ''mumbling going out to the carThe next day on friday night he didnt want to see him go out like this , but his son came out in the tight vinyl costume he look away and tell him to have a good ''movie night''the wife driving him to the cinemaall the little Avengers cheering as she drop him spider man, thor , captain america and black panther welcome her cute Captain Marvelthe movie was a good 3 hrs so she went shopping before picking him back around midnightshe txt him twice and didnt get any. I was interrupted by Rita and Rick talking to each other . “Y’all really racist as fuck you know that?!” Rita told Rick. “It is what it is woman watch the dam game” he yelled back at her .I looked away from them and started watching the game again. But I could see that cletus was still hugging my wife. “My son is big as fuck you better watch what you say little man! He might fuck your wife bitch ass boy” Rita told Rick. Hopefully they stop fighting. A deep voice from behind me from a red Buick. Jay was very dark, not black but the colour of rich, dark walnut. He was compact but beautifully formed with a spread of dark hair across his chest and a long, thick, circumcised cock, the size of which belied his slight build. He had dark eyes, beautifully framed with thick dark lashes, a generous, strong nose and a smile that opened up his face. He could speak English but his vocabulary wasn’t vast. We connected in other ways. We made love on a daily basis. Earth shattering orgasms always.