She was shaved bare, and her pudenda looked almost juvenile without any trace of hair. The hollows on each flank, though, where her hips swelled, said...she was all grown up."I serve people all day long," she said, kneeling to sit on her calves, her knees together. "I want to be served, for once." Is that what you want for Christmas?" I asked."I want you for Christmas," she said. "I want you to remind me how good it can feel. Will you do that for me?" Yes," I whispered.She fell backwards, landing. .. But then I had the most wonderful sexual feeling coursing through my body as I watched you being manhandled by those workmen." "And you didn't mind?" she asked. "I loved it. I was disappointed when you stopped." Oh Harry. I do love you.... but I just felt suddenly wicked. As I got into the booth and sat down, the men where saying "Come on sweet thing, sit in the middle." Well I couldn't stand up because of the table, so one guy picked me up onto his knee and slid me onto the next guys knee. ”“Okay,” Sue said. She stepped next to him and slipped her arm around his waist. She nodded towards the living room and said, “If that’s what you want to do.”They walked out to the living room where Sue led him over to the sofa and made him sit down. She then walked over and grabbed the remote from on top of the TV. Smiling she walked back over and then leaned forward and held the remote out to him. Jeff couldn’t stop from letting his eyes dart down and glimpse at Sue’s chest. His heart pounded. I have to tell you it was also mightily arousing. After five minutes of this with only about 4 dozen lashes delivered, all to her back and buttocks, the runaway passed out. I invited Struthers to come over out of the sun to share a glass of lemonade with me. While we were discussing how to proceed the most irregular thing happened. We had just agreed to get a stable slave to throw a bucket of water over her to revive the runaway, so that we could resume the punishment, when the house slave.