*****Mom was right. Shopping did a lot to ease my pain. If I had had a penis itwould have sprung to life as we navigated the aisles of suit's and dre...sesfor mature women.The biggest difference between shopping for clothes in Mexico City versusback home was absolutely nothing. My fears of being dressed like a bullfighter quickly dissipated as familiar names such as Versace and Gucci cameinto view. Mom was right about fashion being a universal language.Although money wasn't an issue, Mom and I. ”“That’s not allowed. You have been very naughty. I must spank you to get your attention. You are not allowed to have anything in your butt unless I say you can. Take it out slut!”Paul pulled out the vibrating anal plug. His cock was pulsating from the toy. Mistress Sydney was not pleased.“I am sorry Mistress Sydney. I know I was a bad boy.”“Count while I spank you!”“One, two, three, four, five, six.”Sydney swatted his buttocks until he was red and sore. She was not happy. She stepped. He enjoyed teasing me and my pussy had never been any wetter than it was at that very moment. It was because I wanted him badly. Deep inside me. He took his fingers from my pussy and began rubbing my pussy juice in between my ass cheeks. Little did I know he was lubricating the very place he was getting ready to ram his cock. His cock was hard, thick, and rather large. I wanted him badly.I moaned with excitement which gave him the acknowledgement he was looking for. He rammed his cock in my. She was aged 25 at that time(she did not tell me the age at that, she told me later) and I was 20. I cursed myself I should have taken a flight on Friday evening. She did not speak a word with me for 5mins, since she was full of shy. She was having a year old baby with her, she told it’s her sister’s kid(later after few months she told me that’s her kid).We took a cab and we were sitting close to each other. She was all the time looking down, even when speaking to me. I kept my arm around her.