Crack! Miss la Veau raised the crop high and snapped it down across the back of Samantha’s thigh just on the tender spot beneath her buttocks and t...e girl arched her back and sucked in her breath at the sudden pain. She bit her lower lip and looked up at the ceiling. Tears welled in her blue eyes. “Thank you, Mistress,” she breathed warmly. At the dusty Delta crossroads at midnight, Samantha stood staring out over the flat desolate land. It was silent, hot and lonely. She stood in a sexy. She mustered some enthusiasm and then begged off, saying she and Lissa had some "things to do." I wonder what?Only an hour later I got a nice descriptive email, in which they described going to a department store and Denise going into the dressing room area, which was only curtains, not even little louvered doors. With only the thin cloth of the curtains separating her from her daughter standing guard outside, and with the mirrors all around, she had felt very exposed, and admitted that she had. Oh, how I wanted to stuff her full of my huge pulsating cock and give her a fuck she would remember forever. The shy tight virgins always seemed to love getting fucked really hard and she was perfect in every way. She was so agreeable that I had a premonition she would love to get fucked by me.I asked her to put her hands behind her back and breathe deeply and turn around in a circle so I could see her clearly. She just did it, without question, showing off her breasts, as they stood out. She had also written a few murder mysteries which had sold well. Both women got into the car and started chatting. “What would you have done if I hadn’t been here ?”, asked Sheila smiling“First of all, I would have been very disappointed not to see you, and secondly I would have called a cab”, answered Wendy, brushing Sheila’s arm with her hand as she answered.Sheila shuddered. “That’s so sweet”, she managed to stutter. “Calling a cab ?”, joked Wendy‘No, silly….being disappointed at not seeing.