" I pressed my fingers against her pussy, moving my hand up and down and from side to side. Jolene pushed her pelvis forward, rubbing herself against ...y fingers."Do you like that, Jolene?" Oh, yes," she said. "It's been so long."I was curious about what that might mean, but I didn't think this was the best time to question her about previous experiences. We could talk later. Right now, I was intent on fucking. I pressed my fingers into her pussy through her shorts and was rewarded with a moan.. It would be a first of sorts to me because I was usually the bad guy in that sort of scenario.We were both sitting in the Taco Bell restaurant near the exit on the interstate just outside of Tucson, Arizona waiting for the pair of goons that were supposed to finalize the deal for their boss on the other side of the border. I was chowing down on some of those hard shell tacos that I loved with the sour cream and extra hot sauce and she was holding my hand like a little girl and looking out the. She has a lot of hair on her pussy.Swish, the cane cuts through the air and crack, it hits her bum. A clean white line forms where it strikes, and then it turns an angry red. “No she screams. She stands up, grabbing her bum. “Get back down this instant. If you get up again you are finished here.”The next stroke forms a line directly over the first one. Swish, crack. “oww” Her legs begin to kick, but she doesn’t stand up..Now I stop. There are 6 parallel lines across her nether cheeks. Her face. "By now I regretted listening to her very much, let alone help her. What a mess!"Karla, Karla. When I first met you, my initial impression was that of a very fastidious woman. Your beautiful hair was always clean and gleaming, your nails trimmed and polished, without varnish, teeth brushed, breath fresh, your clothes immaculate. Apart from your hair, you have not changed at all. So you will forgive me if I don't believe your claim that you are filthy there! Because that is what it boils down.