I told her "Take off your bikini. I want you naked." She took off the skimpy top and bottom in no time. I looked at the sag in her big tits and her ba...d pussy. She was petite but sexy with those huge hooters. I grabbed her face and kissed her tonguing her and swapping spit as my fingers ravaged her tits. I slid my hand down to her pussy and as my hand slipped between her legs she spread them giving me total access. I rubbed her feeling her wetness as she moaned then my finger latched on to her. With a big smile on his face he walked back around to position himself behind me and wasted no time as I felt the first stroke of the cane land right across the middle of my bottom followed by an intense burning. I barely had a chance to take a breath and whack, another stroke, I gripped the far edge of the desk and held on tight as the strokes came fast and hard, whack whack smack smack. I started to howl, moan and groan, I could feel myself grinding my pussy into the edge of the desk as. I watched the screen as the woman began to flirt with her stepson. I reached out for the lotion and without taking my eyes off the computer screen I put a dab of it on the head of my dick.I felt the contrast between my warm cock and the cool lotion and moaned, “Ahh.. hmmm.”I watched as the woman finally got her stepson alone at home when her husband is at work and she confesses her lustful feeling to the young stepson. I slowly began to spread the lotion with the fingers over my thick cock. I. ’ Artie wasn’t sure of the significance to the owner, but it did have a ring to it. Later he saw what was presumably Leslie come and go a couple of times. The man, who drove up to the dock in the black town car, did not look a thing like the picture of Michael. They did not seem to be lovers, even though he held the door for her. Artie wrote down, then checked his license plate number on the internet. The car was owned by an executive car company. Those kinds of places were also known as.