By now, the tailor removed my mom's blouse and my mom was in was just in her bra and i could clearly see my mom's cleavage and this caused a huge tent...in my pant.Now the tailor started taking the measurements again and now he was pressing my mom’s boobs harder. My mom was completely out of her senses and she was enjoying the entire scene. I was shocked by her reaction to his pressing. The tailor looking at my mom, got to understand that she needed some attention and he went behind her and. Mak prowled about the stone floor uneasily. Something about the room just wasn't right, but for what seemed like ages he couldn't pin down what it was.He finally stood perfectly still in the center of the room, straining his senses to the utmost, until; "Aha! That's it!"He moved slowly across the room toward a blank wall, sniffing at the air, looking intently for the source of a faint, tantalizing odor of dampness and mold that didn't fit with the dusty dryness of the room. He could see nothing. After the church ceremony we went back to the reception venue where there was a sit down meal and Gary was seated at our table. He introduced himself and we started to make small talk about work etc. and it turned out that the film stuff was all he did, not just weddings but seminars and other functions and "other stuff" which seemed a bit vague but I didn't press him on it and he didn't expand so we carried on chatting. After the meal we all went next door into the reception hall where the. “I haven’t cum yet,” he said. “And I’m not done with your punishment.”He threw her over his lap, the cock pressing into her middle. Her small breasts pressed into his leg. Her ass stuck out of her booty shorts, exposed and pale.“Bad girls get spankings,” he said. “You get ten and better keep count.”“Daddy, please!” she bawled. SPANK SPANK SPANK“One, two, th-three!” She screamed each time. His hand was calloused and rough. It was like being hit with tree bark. Her soft skin would be red for.