Amanda gave the resurrected cock a final squeeze and told Charley, "See you Friday, and don’t forget to lift your trousers before you leave.” Char...ey dragged himself home. He walked the slow stiff walk of the recently well-spanked. Everyone he passed knew his butt was burning, even before seeing his small pink bag with the hairbrush’s handle protruding. He soaked his steaming buns in a cool tub and then laid face down on his bed. Neither helped much as his ass felt like he had just sat on a hot. Focusing on what he was doing, he nudged his prick forward and saw her tight little asshole willingly accept his meat."Bob, Bob please, for the last time don…"Alexa’s antagonist thrust his hips forward, dramatically silencing her pleas when his cock plunged into her ass. The force of his penetration expelled the air from her lungs and for a moment she lay there breathless. "Jezuuuusssss that feels soooo good," she gasped as Bob continued impaling her.Jerry’s manhood just wasn’t big enough to. Mrs. Reynolds had never struck me as someone you would catch holding a hot clothes-iron. Yet, she certainly seemed to be enjoying it. I thought she might have been a closet homemaker all along, but never had a chance to show off that side of her. 'Mrs. Reynolds' would have been a house-manager, not a housekeeper.In addition to the shower, big bathtub, double sinks and long countertop, my bathroom had a bidet, which was a brand new experience for me. I knew enough to get on before I turned the. It was like she was reading his mind. The only thing that could make it better were those heels. He couldn't think of a good policing reason for her to put those on though."Sometimes people at work make comments about the bruises, they wonder if my boyfriend is abusing me or something." She laughed and he felt a hint of disappointment."I won't lie, that would be my first conclusion. Though you'd be very confident for an abuse victim." Thank you?" She laughed and fiddled with the tea things,.