"To show you I can be reasonable," she went on, "I'm going to allow youto choose what I should use on your bottom, Laney. I brought mysorority paddle...from home. You remember that, don't you?"Lane looked suddenly queasy. He gave a slight nod. "I remember." Or I'm sure there are some appropriate implements in the kitchen. Likea nice spatula. Or a wooden kitchen spoon. Hmm?"His mind was racing. He said, "If I could just have a second."Vanna gave him a suggestion of a scowl. Lane was. Ever see older people with a youthful appeal, and then see younger people then them who look beat up almost aging on the spot.Have fun. Now the sneaky slap on the ass,can be applied any where. doesnt have to be a wined up. quick taps with a nice caress followed by a kiss and maybe a comment like damn I cant get enough of you. love your juicy kisses,take a bite out of you things of those natures.Also say it in a compacted space for you and her.Sexual comfort zone u can fuse around her. Try a. I went to my walk in wardrobe - most of it empty as the majority of my clothes and accessories remained at my flat. I was looking for a very specific couple of boxes I had stored near my shoes, some things I had separated to use on Erika after I decided to keep her upstairs with me, eliminating the need to go down there to get them when things got interesting. Within the bottom one were some things I didn't expect at all to use on her for at least three more months or so of rough sex, but I had. Mary had known Henry's wife when she'd still been alive and she'd tried to be friendly to him as she'd been saddened by his loss. Henry had quickly gotten over the death of his wife, and he'd started looking around to see what outlets he could find for his own sexual needs and desires. He wasn't really interested in getting remarried, but he thought he might be able to find some willing pussy that would fuck and suck him whenever he got horny. Being horny almost seemed to be a constant thing.