She smiled back at him, then looked down at her sissy son's pretty, panty clad ass and said, "Now Paul, I am going to give you a sound spanking. Then ... think your Uncle Bob should be entitled to spank you also, after all it his property that you are wearing." She whacked the boy hard on his left cheek. "Oooowww," cried Paul. Slap, slap, slap. Emily moved from one cheek to the other. Her face was flushed as she spanked her sissy son hard. Bob stood up and went around behind Emily. He gently. I put down my camera on the table and wrapped my arms around his neck. I asked Wendy to bring and use the digital camera while the film from the 35 MM gets developed. Wendy began taking the pictures. I was still making out with Frederico while sitting on the motorcycle with him. He slowly unbuttoned my denim jacket as it fell to the floor, revealing my olive brocade corset top and black stretch pants. I felt his hands running through my hair, lost in the silky strands in a shade of dark. "And to think I was going to let you sleep in the men's quarters, it's offto the harem for you, with all of the other women" bellowed Abdul,clapping his hands as he spoke.Within seconds Idi was at John's side," take this sissy boy to the harem,and dress him in the same manner as the others" were Abduls instructionsas John was led away. "Oh god what have I done" was all John could say, as Ida's powerful armdragged him from the swimming pool. "Where are you taking me, and what didhe mean dress. “Turn over” he said to her. She did slowly. The first touch was as light as a feather across the cheeks of her bottom, encased in her finest silk knickers. He slid his fingers lightly down into the crease between her legs and felt her excitement through the warm dampness in her crotch. He eased his fingers further forward and brushed her clitoris through her knickers. She moaned softly and pushed down with her hips trapping his hand against the bed. With his other had he brushed.