She was dressed a little differently this day to normal I put it down to the hot weather she was wearing a white summer dress it was thin material and...straps over her shoulders she nice, so as I went in Brenda said take a seat on the settee and I will bring in the tea. We sat chatting not about anything in particular I couldn't help but keep glancing at her tits you could her nipples through the thin material of her dress as she wasn't wearing a bra, I think Brenda must have noticed me keep. That was it, she’d misbehaved past the point of my patience. I unfastened my belt, and pulled it off, holding both ends in one hand. Kitten needed to be punished.I took one step towards her and saw her fret. She must have known I was serious this time. “Turn around,” I instructed to her.Kitten meekly lowered her face and turned towards the headboard. She bent over and kept her butt raised, ready to receive her punishment. I hesitated for a moment wondering if this was the best time to be doing. He looks back up to Jessie’s face. He doesn’t seem fazed in the least that he just got inspected. “It was pretty fun,” Casey says, trying to sound nonchalant and not at all succeeding.“I can imagine,” Jessie says off-handedly.Silence follows for a moment, Jessie looking down at Casey and Casey looking up at the horse. “I ... um ... about you...”“Oh? What about me?” Jessie asks, eyes locked on the man, his cock pulsating a mere foot from Casey’s face.“I ... I was ... uh...” he stammers.“You’re. Time for you to go home." Darla closed her eyes for a moment. All right, she thought, if that's the way you want it... She reached down, slipped on her shoes again, tossed the magazine on the table and got up to go. Her portfolio and purse and all her papers had been left on the table by the door, and she turned that way, unwilling to look at Michael. Sometimes, she thought, I wish you hadn't talked me into this so-called collaboration. I wish you hadn't insisted that we both work here at your.