. chattel in essence, but I get to be in charge of my own cult of sixty-nine members? Not that I’m complaining, but it’s a bit of a jolt, to say t...e least. And this is what ... Gavin, you called yourself, a spirit guide, is telling you?” Sarah repeated much of what Gavin and I told her in the past several minutes of conversation and explanation.“Well, yes, because Gavin ... and the other spirits agreed that you were worthy of it ... and perhaps because they sensed that you would take to the. 'SMACK! … SMACK! … SMACK! … SMACK!' "Pl.. please Sir, Ooooooow!" 'SMACK! … SMACK! … SMACK! … SMACK!' I squirmed like an eel on his lap, my legs akimbo and kicking wildly, unable to wriggle free under his vice like grip. I knew my moist woman-fruit would be fully exposed against his knee but I just didn't care any more. He was aroused at spanking me, that I could tell, the bulge beneath me growing harder with each stroke he gave me. 'SMACK! … SMACK! … SMACK! … SMACK!' At last the spanks. " He walked to her side, and his fingers touched her thigh. "You're thirty years old, but there isn't an ounce of cellulite on your thighs."He came to her front, and his fingers traced across her belly. That flesh sucked in and rippled as he did so."Harden that," he instructed her.The flesh went taut and flat, hard as a board."Good abdominal muscles," he said, like he was examining a cow or something.His eyes came up to her breasts. He stared at them and did not look in her eyes. He knew,. Mel is moaning impatiently. I kneel behind her but I had no chance of kissing her on the back. Mel turns around and now her throbbing cock is pulsating in front of my face. ‘Suck!’ ‘Sure…’ And I feel a light kick directly in my hanging balls. I groan. There is no pain but I still feel it in my stomach. ‘How many times I have to tell you how to properly address me?’ ‘My apologies, Mistress Mel!’ ‘Better. Now suck!’ ‘Yes, Mistress!’ I wrap my lips around the cock. My fingers start to tease her.