" She started to get nervous as she followed the commands of her young secretary. After she was in place, he reached down and pulled her skirt up over...her back. She could feel him tap the paddle against her panty-clad ass cheeks. Then, without warning, the paddle exploded into her left ass cheek with a meaty splatting sound. The surprise of the impact was followed by a searing heat and she cried out, "Aaaaah!" Mark brought the paddle down quickly on the opposite cheek less than a second later,. Who needed a fucking bar anyway?Not so long ago this would have been a normal Friday night and Saturday morning. However, the dance floor would have had more bounce, the music wouldn't have suffered from the echo that came from hosting the event in a venue that had never been designed for its acoustic properties, and the booth where the DJ sat wouldn't have been shrouded in shadows in a corner where the lighting had no resonance at all with the music. In Iris' early years of clubbing a DJ like. At this point I needed someone to control me, I was obviously in no state to and it beat pulling me by my hair. The next item seemed cute at first, pink perky little ears on a leather strap that she fastened tightly around my chin. I thought maybe she had a change of heart and was going to give me another chance to prove I could be a good little sex kitten that is, until I saw the pink plastic snout in one hand, and the butt plug in the other matching pink, and flaring wider than any cock I'd. You have a great ass," I told her. She was always self conscious about it. I loved the sight of her in nothing but her panties. She pulled my pants down, and took of my boxers. I moved down from her tits, and moved to hot pussy. I moved my hand under her panties, and began to finger her. "Unnghh, yeah, that feels good. Don't stop." She wiggled under my touch. I inserted another finger inside her and she squirmed more. "YES! That feels so good. Keep fingering my pussy." I.