Maybe her daughter was in cheer leading at the school. This was going to be hard. I have a thing for voluptuous woman with curves. She was my fantasy ...rought to life as she got closer."Hi! Mr. Kelly. See you found the place. Any problems? Getting here." she said in a soft voice. "No! No problem. All good. How are you? How was practice?" I said. "Everything went good. The girls still need more practice. We have about a month before nationals to get ready." she said. I was going to ask if she was. Trailing the tip down your back and between your buttocks made you squirm. Starting slowly, I hit you rather gently a few times, warming up my arm and your butt. After about a dozen blows, I started swinging harder, giving you another dozen that left light red marks on your ass. You moaned in obvious disappointment when I stopped, so lost in your submission that you were eager for the pain."Don't worry, baby," I said soothingly. "We're just getting started."The belt made a loud swish. ‘Oh God !! fuck fuck me.. Ohh yess. ‘ she was screaming, her face distorted, eyes clinched tight. ‘ Awww.. tear me up… Fuck me, black man, fuck me. I let the slur go unnoticed, but rammed her even harder. ‘ I’ll fuck you. Fuck your white cunt !’ I said before I thought about it. ‘Oh. Fuck yes, that’s it…I’m i’m cumming !’ she screamed out loudly, bucking her ass on my cock. ‘ me too..aww’ I said. she held me tight in her, saying ‘ shoot it to be baby, give me your cum’. I shot off in her,. I don’t think I had ever seen her in trousers, and her skirt length rose and fell with the seasons, getting quite short in the summer, but she never looked less than professional. Her favourite combination was a calf-length red skirt with a bright green woollen turtle-neck jumper; the latter was quite tight and figure-hugging, and it was cinched around the waist with a wide tan-coloured belt. I waxed lyrical about the way she dressed, her lively personality, her good humour, her patience and.