It touched every wall and every inner depth of her wet cunt. Juices dripped into my mouth and onto my chin. I didn't care, I loved the taste.My hands ...an up and down her soft thighs, touching and caressing her skin. My eyes glanced up to see her face grimace, enjoying every moment of me eating her pussy out."Oh fuck yes... Oh God... Don't stop!" she told me, and I didn't.My hand gently rubbed over her clitoris that hid beneath the blanket. She was sensitive to the touch, as I soon found out.. He simply couldn't knowthat I'd had my reasons for choosing today to meet him.With a disarming smile, I waved back at him. I certainly didn't wanthim running away and hiding from me now. My smile quickly widened,once he froze in place unable to move a single voluntary muscle. Noone had even noticed he was there any longer. It was almost as if hehad never been standing there. But then, that was exactly what I hadplanned.A moment later, without any conscious action on his part, he slowlyturned. Angela walked over meekly. "From now on, you will refer to me as Mrs. Fernandez or Ma'am when you're addressed. Is that clear?"Angela nodded. "Yes Ma'am," she replied. The older woman grabbed her hand firmly and pulled Angela firmly over her lap."Wait. What are you doing?" asked Angela in surprise. "Oww!" Angela shrieked as a sharp slap landed on her panty-covered bottom.Angela was shocked, not just by the swift forcefulness Mrs. Fernandez displayed in taking her over her knee but by the. I felt my face grow hot atthis taunting. Since he had destroyed my boxers, he had been pulling mywaistband out of my jeans at every opportunity; and I was getting reallytired of it. I wanted to spin around and slug him, but I locked downthis urge.Melvin's words echoed through my head: "...retaliating doesn't seem tobe working too well for you." He was right, of course. It wasn'tworking well for me at all. It was just making things worse.Mitch and I were like a cartoon cat and mouse, going.