“Try again.” “Oh sweet Jesus!!” She gasped. Her pussy clamping down on my finger immediately. Just for fun, I added another finger, and starte... stroking her clit with my thumb, nothing serious, but to a woman who hadn’t had sex in 10 years, it was almost more than she could take. “And you’ll do whatever I say?” She croaked, almost unable to talk. “And more.” I grinned, looking directly into her eyes. “Please, would you lick my…p…pu…PUSSY?” The last part she nearly screamed. “Delighted.” I. Billingsley can double up, doing her own work as well as that of Ms. Somers." Will do," my second replied. "What do you intend to do with Ms. Billingsley?" For the rest of the night, she will be confined to the stables," I answered, wondering briefly if she intended this as challenge or a way for me to let the crowd know how I worked. I finally decided it was the latter. "Tomorrow I will make public my decision on her punishment." Please go easy on her, Mr. Thompson," Somers said softly. "It's. “Don’t move,” she whispered gripping his shirt and pulling it over his head then undoing his belt from behind, his pants, however, got hung on his already rigid member. While his brain was having trouble figuring out if he should be aroused or terrified, his penis was having no such issues. He went to brush the pants off when she grabbed his arm with one hand and brought the other up to his neck, sharp claws digging in enough to make him freeze.“I said. Don’t. Move,” She growled. She moved his. .around here, or...?" Oh, I went in the City. Nobody knew me there. And I got you a braand panties, the prettiest things, almost the same as the ones youshowed me in the Vicky's catalog. And a couple of pairs of thigh-highsand some nylons." Gee, you sure know how to spoil husbands! Can I see them now, or doyou want to wait until after dinner?" I think we should wait until you get home from your meeting. Thenwe'll have time for you to model them!" Yeah, that would be nice.... You know, I.