She was therefore horrified when she felt the two taps on her bottom with what she knew wasn’t Lucy’s hand but was a wooden-backed paddle hairbrus.... Her gasps turned to louder and louder yelps as the hairbrush landed so persistently on alternate bottom cheeks time and time again, and as she dissolved so quickly into sobbing and then crying and knew that her bottom was not just going to be a deep shade of red, but would be bruised blue from the very hard spanking with the hairbrush. What a good. Since he could see that I was enjoying it so much, he asked if he could just put the head in my hole “so it would look real.” I said go ahead, but be careful and to pull it out if it was too much. He promised me he would. I felt his cock touching my hole. He then pushed slightly so his head had barely penetrated my hole. “AAaaghhhh!!!” I was looking in the mirror across the way and I looked hot watching his huge cock aimed into my ass! He pushed a little more and I felt a pop as his. I like to think you moan as I present my soapy, wet pussy to you. Are you hard yet? I put my hand between my legs and draw my fingers through the suds. Can you see me? I hope so. I turn again and lean back against the wall. I put my leg up again and angle my hips forwards. I slide my soapy fingers over my clit and gasp, imagining it’s your hand as I rub in slow circles and slide my fingers around my opening, pressing against my swollen lips. My other hand returns to my breasts, kneading and. ”“You wouldn’t dare!”He faked a little move going toward her which caused her to move back a little. She laughed at him in dong this but she did rise to walk and told the servants that they had the night off. Coming back she sat next to Scott on the couch and cuddled with him putting his arm around her. They talked quietly about nothing of importance.Earlier Isabel had told Scott she had sent someone to the hotel to check Scott out of his room and to gather up his belongings which were brought.