"A muddy track made me smile, it sounded like ideal mudding conditions."Sure thing Tom and maybe we can get her to have dinner with us afterwards. I'l... call you on the CB when we're on the way." Cell phone reception in the control room is poor, so drivers usually talk with the control room on CB.Pam was wearing street clothes and sneakers, so I got her one of the jumpsuits I keep on hand for my lady friends and a helmet. If we got out of the truck while on the racecourse, we were likely to get. As Kris ravaged her body, Beth dreamily remembered that she was doing this for Allan. She had been told he had just stood and watched as Juan fucked the arse off her a few days back, and here she was again now, living out another fantasy for him and where the fuck was he? If he misses this, he may not get a chance for another action replay. Even as Kris ate her pussy, Beth reasoned that she would just tease this blonde Swede, soft swing with the guy but she was definite that she would not let. Then Van started sliding in and out of her. Donna's legs circled him and he began pumping spiritedly. She met histhrusts with her own. After several minutes, Van suddenly stopped, pulledout, and backed up. He swiveled his head toward Mark and said, "Hey,Mango, get over here and show us again how much you like licking yourwife's pussy." Donna said petulantly, "But Van, I want YOU inside me."He assured her, "You'll like this, too, baby. Let Miss Mango do herthing." The reluctant husband. He swung the paddle, with all the thoughts of how much this girl hurt him. He brought it down hard, on her perfect behind. The paddle cracked hard, squishing her butt cheeks up, then they jiggled back into place, as the paddle left her. She shrieked and got up grabbing her bottom. She rubbed vigorously. She couldn’t believe how much it hurt. She looked over at him and saw him glaring. She obediently bent over, arched her back and pushed her bottom out, for her punishment, as she had seen her.