She moved faster on my face. She whimpered into her hand. I kept two fingers in her hot cunt. My tongue flicked her clit. My thumb applied pressure...to her asshole. Ivy came hard. Her thighs squeezed my head tightly. Her body convulsed. She moved next to me in bed. She kissed me feverishly. “That was so nice,” she said. “I’m glad. Go to bed, sweetheart. Get some sleep.”“But what about you?” “I can wait. Or take care of myself.”“Don’t be ridiculous.”She slipped her hand in my pants. Everywhere and anywhere. I want to feel your tongue in my mouth, while your hand strokes my body. I want you to take my shirt off and attack my chest with kisses, nips, and licks. I want you to carry me to a bed and throw me down on it. Then I want you to take my pants off. I'll ask you if you're hungry, and you'll smirk and push the lace of my panties aside and delicately rub your tongue over my clit before attacking my pussy with fierceness, both licking and sucking me. I want you to take. " Yes that's it; I need to think about what I need to do about my marriage and what better place to do that than in their love nest. I promise that I wouldn't try to do anything illegal in there." Good then Mr. Ah..." Mr. Grant will be sufficient." Thank you Mr. Grant, see next Monday."I left and knew that my life was over as far as a marriage was concerned. Now I had to see if I could find some small cameras and a recorder. I went to my friendly Radio Shack to see if they had what I needed and. This was an implement she was well experienced in using and after tapping Emily’s bottom a couple of times proceeded to land hard spank after hard spank on Emily’s still very spankable bottom. Emily kicked and squirmed as the spanks landed and soon all thoughts of sex went by the wayside as her whole focus was on getting through this very hard spanking. She was struggling under the onslaught of the hairbrush and the stinging seemed to encapsulate her whole bottom. Helen watched Mrs W land spank.