Standing to one side, I raised my arm and brought the crop down dramatically on first the right cheek and then the left.Emily writhed under those stro...es and let out the most outrageously tasty stream of invective, not one word of which included, ‘done.’ I hoped she hadn’t forgotten what we agreed but carried on. Six of the best, they say, so that’s what I administered, but being a softy, those six were only three on each cheek.How could it be, but those welts were beautiful. I touched the. She was wearing a button-up shirt and jeans. Mark could tell that she had an extremely shapely figure.“Yes, can I help you?” Mark asked.“Does Sherry Taylor, who used to be Sherry Simpson before her marriage, live here?” Sandra asked, in a soft hesitant voice.Mark turned and looked at his wife and said, “There is a girl here. I think she wants to talk to you?”“Well, let her in,” Sherry replied.“Won’t you come in?” Mark said, stepping back out of the way. Sandra nervously walked into the living. "Touch it," he said softly. "Move it into position."Muttering to herself Helen did as she was told, taking his cock and steering it between her legs, bringing it to the point where the head was pressing against that sweet spot that demanded attention. She couldn't believe she was letting him do this.Then he was surging into her, driving in hard, and Helen decided that, yes, she did believe he was doing it to her, and doing it hard."You will," he said, still speaking softly, "have to forgive me. I place his cock in my mouth and taste the familiar taste of yesterday. I began to work my head up and down as I did yesterday in which this time, he doesn’t force my head down with his hands. I then feel him sit up and grab one of the cheeks of my butt and pull it towards his upper body pivoting me with his cock still in my mouth. Once in this position, I feel his hand touching my little penis and balls. This time, he seemed to be caressing them which really felt good. He rubbed my little cock.