He lifts my dress up and pulls my panties down. Then he slaps my fanny again, this time even harder. It’s stings likes crazy and it’s so humiliati...g, but for some reason I don’t want him to stop. He smacks my ass cheeks again and again, harder and harder until I think I can’t take any more. Then he steps back and starts to undo his belt.’ Spencer cleared his throat and tried to pretend that Stacey’s whisperings weren’t quite so intriguing. ‘I see… so you want a DVD player. Well, that’s sounds. .. and don't come back until officially lunch: 12:00 noon until 2:00. Nine-thirty-five until eleven forty is the women's coffee hour and don't you forget it.Daddy and I made the serious mistake of stopping just once. We even parked on the side street so we were unseen and unexpected. The door DINGED, the restaurant conversations came to a screeching halt. Grace turned to look, turned back and shook her head. There was a four seat booth available but we didn't stay ... the icy reception was too. I was told in her message that if I spoke just once the session would be over & I would never see this goddess again. I took off my clothes and neatly folded them and put them on the chair by the door. A heavy leather collar was then fastened around my neck & I knew it would not be removed until my Mistress released me from her service. I was lead into a basement, placed into a small metal cage and the lights turned off; I was now alone with my own thoughts for company as to what she had. Sammi gently extended her tongue into Marta’s mouth, and the two women kept the kiss going for a long time. Suddenly it struck me that women like kissing, probably more than men, and that I had missed the importance of this in my own relationships.Huh.Here I was, a supposed man of the world, learning about love from a teenage girl a little more than half my age!By now, Marta was beginning to relax, and seemed to be enjoying the kiss as it stretched. Finally, Sammi broke, then put her hands on.