Foster," Dale replied quietly as he moved about the kitchencleaning. Dale set about the task at hand and began rinsing the dishes and puttingthem in ...he dishwasher. Mrs. Foster watched as he walked to the table witha dishcloth to wipe it down. She watched with satisfaction as Dale wentthrough the motions. Of course he wasn't a proper little lady yet but hesoon would be! She studied the wiggle in his padded girdled hips and howthe hem of his skirt would sway, how his hairless nylon. What he’d said got my pussy wet and very warm feeling wanting the young cocks badly. I could hardly wait !After our meeting I decided to go shopping for some sexy clothes at Victoria Secrets to wear for the upcoming party on Saturday as my husband would still be out of town and not know. I went and bought some more stockings, crotchless panties and a couple of short sexy dresses along with a wraparound dress. During the time shopping for the things all I could think about was the new young guys. ? John knelt beside her and squeezed her hand gently. Her teary eyes fixed innocently on him. He inhaled the smell of her skin, sweet and pleasant, intoxicating. ?I hate to admit it, but you are right,? she said and squeezed his hand back. John Stefanovitch felt lightheaded with relief. Chapter 3 Her hand felt soft and warm in his. She had found some comfort, and was reluctant to let him go. John could sense her pain and tension, her misery. He was kneeling before her, as if in. “Does it hurt, Anne? Does it hurt when I spank you?”On the word “spank”, he strikes me particularly hard, and I let out a little squeal. “Answer me when I ask you a question, girl.”Thwack!“Yes, Sir, it does hurt. It hurts a lot,” I whimper. “Good. Maybe it’ll make you think twice before you suck Jimmy Porter’s cock again.”Thwack!“Oh, Sir, Sir,” I gasp, “My bottom’s hurting so much!” Then I feel both his hands parting my smarting bum cheeks. He must be looking right at my pussy, my lips puffy.