When I found this out I was quite sure that I would have liked to meet the idiot who came up with that idea, with an implement of my choice.Paula said... "Jackie, Susan, bring the horse. Linda, please get the brush". While we waited, Paula was stiffening up almost like she was in a trance. Her face was turning whiter and whiter. I could see that she was scared and get more scared by the second. I understood that the spanking with the brush was something that had to be done for the ladies own. She simply looked at me. "No woman has ever done that to me before," she said."I-I'm sorry. I couldn't resist it. I've been attracted to you for a long time. I-I had to."And then I made my third mistake. As I leaned back I knocked the remains of my coffee all over the floor. I leapt up and asked her for a cloth. I was almost in tears. I couldn't bear for the moment to have been spoiled like that. She got a cloth and wiped it up herself, put the cloth and the cup in her sink, and went back and. I think a kitchen table a four basic chairs would be in order. A small TV and VHS player, some cartoons for the baby." Oh no", she said, "I couldn't accept. Maybe some food and stuff but not that. This is way too much. "But I would have none of it. Her dad, my no good brother in law, had left them when she was younger so my sister didn't have all that much money and while I wasn't "well off", I could spare a few hundred bucks for my niece. I'll spare you the boring shopping details but suffice. I take several more candles and pour while I slide a different dildo inside her slippery pussy apparently having created room to accept its larger size, Once she realizes she is fuller I pour more wax down her legs as she cries through the towel arching off the table riding the pain and pleasure. Currently she just arches and jerks not caring I am grabbing candles and pouring the wax creating another skin focused on just wiggling through the countless orgasms, numbed from the whipping and.