" He shrugged hisbare shoulders, lifting his bosoms slightly from their cups. A voice insidehis head railed against the idea of ever leaving the Bun...y suit. Anothervoice wanted him to slap himself, thinking that even a Princess Leia outfitwould be good if it go the job done faster.She considered and then shook her head. "I doubt you'll be able to sneakaround with your legs stuck together in rubber. You'd be flopping acrossthe floor to get to the next room. That has nothing but failure. My fingers pressed against my swollen gland, and I immediately shook with another orgasm, this time returning me back to reality. My moans of pleasure turned to sobs as my eyes filled with tears. I lay on the couch with my hand down my pants, sobbing hysterically as the reality of what just happened ripped through my conscience. I didn’t move for what seemed like hours as I cried hysterically at what just happened. Finally the shame of what I just did hit me, and I tried to get as far away. I was in luck, she had a riding mower with a grass catcher. I was dumping the clippings when I seen her come out and sit by the pool. She had a short robe on,and I guessed she was wearing a swimsuit. I was admiring her legs and what I could see of her body.At school she always wore long loose fitting skirts and a jacket. We all figured she was a large woman,but she's actually nice looking, on the verge of being sexy. I went back to cutting the yard and noticed her stand up and take off her. “Five… Four… Three… Squeeze!” your angelic voice music to my desperate ears. “Two…One…SWAT, slut!” The authoritative voice of my mistress commands my actions.“Swat again!” you demand as you grind harder against me. My hand smacks against my pussy, the soaked fabric making a wet sound with each strike. Moaning louder and sucking your nectar harder, I feel the pain of the strikes. “AGAIN!” you yell, enjoying the torment my body is struggling through, my hand connecting yet again even harder.“Now.