The Wooden SpoonYet again Ana’s submissive nature had shown through and her efforts had demonstrated her acceptance of her spanking some would say w...s an acted upon capricious whim. Christian planned such a breathtaking bottom which shone once again as nature had attended, a snowy-white with cheeks free of tremors.Afterwards, in hind sight she had a healthy respect for the wooden paddle which was promised for her disobedience. An instrument her bottom had never felt nor the toll it had taken on. And now he had rammed two of them into her.He had obviously bottomed out. I knew he was bottomed out because as he pushed into her, she moved back the equal amount.She settled back onto the table and onto his fingers.He stood between her bare white legs with two fingers in my wife’s vagina, then he started pushing on the silky hair of her bush. I had shaved her from her clitoral hood down. So from my position I could see the bare lips of her puffy pink pussy squeezing his fingers.“Before we do. ‘Four women.’ ‘You risk too much.’ ‘I’ll decide what’s too much. Westwood is the first step, Mickey. They’re ripe.’ Kneeling outside this particular window in west Saint James, I discovered I was actually listening to a conversation between two old ones. From the sounds of it, two important ones. Perhaps I could strike a fatal blow, here and now. ‘Is the gatling gun ready?’ ‘Yeah, I got it right here…’ Perhaps not. ‘Are you sure you can carry it without tiring too quickly?’ ‘Don’t worry. The theater was about half full and all guys. I saw the third row on the left was empty and I headed to that row. Safely seated on an empty row I could now start surveying what I had walked into. The movie covered the entire front wall, and I was surprised at the high quality of the picture. The sound was mostly of the woman moaning as she was being licked.I looked to my right and there were two guys sitting in the same row across the aisle. They are separated by a couple of seats but WHAT WAS.
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