. one gorgeous, confident man. He was tall and broad shouldered. He stood straight like a soldier and stylishly dressed like a married man. His hair w...s salt and pepper and his face was weathered but kind. He exuded experience as if he lived a good life.He moved smoothly. His hips swayed like the leaves of a Spanish oak caught in a latin breeze. In fact he outmoved me on dance floor, getting into my personal space. He took my hand and whisked me around, then closed his hands around me from. "Fuck! Babygirl! You......" She thrills at his heated words, and uses her hands to stroke his length as she simply flicks and laps her tongue on that sport, over and again, once, twice, thrice...countless caresses of hot flesh against his own. And again, she drags her tongue down the back of his shaft to the balls, and then back up, swirling around that pulsing vein only to stop again at that spot. She stares at him with wicked eyes, while her tongue dances against the folds of flesh, tapping. I laid one hand on each side of her face and gently kissed her lips. This was our first physical contact, and I wanted to reassure her. A small sigh escaped from her mouth as I pulled my face back to look into hers. Her lips parted and I heard her breathe quicken. I kissed her again, more deeply this time, my tongue tracing her lips.Stepping back from her I watched her eyes open slowly and she swayed. I caught her elbow to help steady her. Sliding the strap of her purse off her shoulder,. ?Margaret, I expected a severe sentence but not one as harsh and this. I know others have been whipped at the boundary markers but mostly it has been on the back and buttocks only, not frontally, and not between the legs. Judge Reynolds appeared to want to make her suffer more than usual.? ?Lady Kathryn made a fool of his son, M?lord.? His lordship nodded as if he knew and went on, ?Margaret, I know the prison is a most unpleasant and malodorous place and you have every right to refuse this.