My hard-on was throbbing in my briefs and my bottom was stinging, but I wanted more. I took off my shoes and my pants and set them on a hay bale. I wa... sure I looked like a naughty little boy. “Okay young man, now take off that underwear, so we can get to your real punishment.” I was scared and hesitated a bit. “If I have to ask you again, you are not going to like the consequences,” she said. I put my thumbs in the waistband and then just pushed them to my ankles and stepped out of them. When. I had Wednesday afternoon and all day Sunday off, but other than that my days were chopped up by the staggered hours of work, although the latest I worked was 6 PM and 8 PM every other day. Saturday and Sunday nights were the most pleasurable for us, I loved exploring her body making her squirm and squeal with delight learning how to take her to a plateau almost at the peak of sensuality and hold her there for a time before giving her the release her body craved for. To make her wait for her. She sat delicately on one end of the wide bench, the end nearest to the mirror.Stormie delicately opened the top of the robe, mindful that nothing more than the tops of her full, surgically firm breasts showed. She leaned forward at a posed angle, awkward to the sight and more than a little tug on her back muscles. Without moving her head, she turned her eye towards her reflection; in this limited light she thought she glimpsed a familiar face.To the observer, Stormie’s behavior seemed odd and. We generally go heavy on the foreplay when we're together: a lot of kissing and touching and such. I was getting ready to have myself a little snack (I did have the munchies, after all!) when I noticed that Stephanie's panties were soaking wet, and we'd barely even started fooling around. Her cunt lips were damp and her pussy was already overflowing. The milky fluid that leaked from her cunt looked oddly familiar.When Stephanie finally noticed that I figured something funny was going on, she.