But she'd been adamantthat he bust out the big guns; schoolgirl or french maid to really beatit into Tom's thick skull that Alan would be happy to bea... him off. He'dgone french maid, which meant 5" black pumps, fishnet stockings, and adress that only barely reached the top of the stockings. A few of thedresses came with flimsy v-shaped gloves; he preferred the much longeropera-style gloves.But first, the makeup. Alan wasn't exactly great at it. Living with Tomand his nervous disposition. The one kneading her tits whispered something in Lisa’s ear. Her response was a needy ?Yes, mistress? and a small giggle as she pulled out her g-string from under her skirt, briefly flashing her cunt to the camera and threw it at the camera laughing. The screen went blank for a minute and Lisa gulped hard seeing that the video was going on for another hour wondering what she’d done. The screen came to life again and Lisa blushed instantly. There she was walking down a street past several busy. He saw a rambling building on the other side of the town, and pulled into its long manicured driveway. Many trees gave ample shade; while people in black robes, or black pants and shirts, were everywhere.He pulled into the obvious parking lot in front of the building, and soon entered a reception area. There was a sign in the front of the well-manicured lawn by the driveway. It proclaimed this to be a retirement home for priests.An elderly man at the desk smiled as Jason came in."How may I help. “Mmm…yes…yes.” She moans starting to hump against my hand. I pull my hand away and begin spanking her again. “Tell me who you belong to. Tell me!” I yell at her. “I’m yours …yours…all yours.” She sobs to me. I spank her ass I few more times but the desire to have her overcomes me and I stop. I rub her ass a few times loving the feel of her ass after a spanking. All hot and so sensitive to my touch. I hear her moan as I continue rubbing. I pull her up and she straddles me our arms around.