" Lance." This here is Mary. Say hello, Mary," Lance commanded in a mocking way."Hello, Mary," she said, before leaning in to kiss him again."Mary and...I were about to go upstairs," Lance said with a knowing smile."Well, be sure to stay out of the Master bedroom," Mary said with asmile of her own. Lance beamed up at her, his red eyes shining, as hegot Mary to her feet and led her away. Samantha thought about what wasgoing to happen, then felt a surprising emotion bubble to the top."Lance... Just. Knowing he should stop, laugh, tell her he was jesting, instead he framed her face with shaking hands, stroking a thumb over a bloodless cheek. His cock swelled and bucked at the feel of her satin smooth skin even as he hated himself for talking of such perversion to the best person he had ever known. Swallowing, he continued, ‘Bella told me that she had proof that your grandmother had not been an opera singer but only the madam of a whorehouse in London ‘s docks.’ She jerked in his hands, her. How many times had he preached the ills of the ‘white man’s fire water’ to Jack? How many warnings had the young man been forced to endure? Although the fate of his own mother should have been warning enough. Pregnant unwed teen mother who slunk home to daddy when her drinking and a crying baby became more than she could handle. Jack picked his way carefully through the tiny pathway between the doorway and the kitchen. He faced the fact that he really did need to do something about this place.. I then got ready to continue the spanking. **SMACK!** **SLAP!** **SMACK!** **SMACK!** **SMACK!** **SLAP!** "Mmmmhh! Mmmhhh! Uhhhh! Mnnnn! Mmmhhh! Mnnnghh!" Her whole ass was a nice pink color, warm to the touch. Each time a spank landed, it left a hand-print for a few moments. I rained down 5 more hard swats in a matter of two seconds. Maria's cries were muffled by the pillow. I paused. Five more swats. Another pause. Then ten more. Maria was starting to cry harder and harder, but all that.