Yes, this will be perfect.I can hear the music from the lounge and I head in that direction. The lounge is inviting; high back red leather chairs, sma...l marble topped round tables, lighting that is soft but still allows me to take in the view. Tucked in the corner is a man playing the piano, mostly laid back jazz, soothing but still up beat. I take a seat at the bar and order a Patron margarita, on the rocks, no salt. I need tequila this evening, it will make me brave, assertive and nasty. All. . why, I'd love to give him a good whipping myself.' Anna's cunt tingled at the sincerity in her tone as she delivered the last line.'There are going to be some changes around here Ruby, and you shall change with them but your attitude toward Monroe is just how I want it, though you'll want to more than whip him when I give you the full story. When the time is right, I want him to see you as the woman I know hides inside you; it will do you a power of good and will be a nice surprise for him.'. The porcine Evans did not show, and the woman was pleased, although she regretted the loss of $250. She was also a little irked, as she was whenever a client dropped her. She was somewhat pretty, although she always worried about her smallish breasts. And all the men believed her claim to be just twenty six. Why would the fat man not return, she wondered? He could easily afford her fee.She rose from the leather chair, turned off the lights and went down the stairs resolved to call Smitty in the. A chill fluttered up my spine. “Real good! Your arms getting tired?” "A little." "Here." I placed both his hands on the top of my bared legs. "Is that better?" "Um yeah! Much better, Mom!" He was trembling. I looked across the top of the TV at my husband and grinned, then down at my son’s fingers. His thick thumbs were resting on the inside of my thighs just a hand’s breadth away from my wet panties. I placed my hands atop his and started massaging while guiding them up my thighs. He offered no.