. and up ... until theswing set, and the whole world, was directly overhead.I felt completely weightless. Time slowed to a crawl. It seemed totake hou...s just to turn my head and look at Mark. Mostly I just sawbeams of sunlight flickering around a dark, fluttering shadow. Thefluttering confused me, since most of it was around his legs andbehind his head. Did jeans move like that, and wasn't his hair tooshort to be flowing that far behind his head?Eventually gravity found me again and decided to. Handing it to Troy, she sat back down on the coffee table in front of him. ‘Sounds like Dean is telling you about some of his new loves.’ Sherry gently cupped Dean’s face. Looking at Troy, ‘Is there anything that we can do to prove our devotion to you and to this servitude?’ ‘We still need to talk a few things out, baby.’ Troy set his glass down on the coffee table. Looking at Dean, ‘Did you get a chance to write this down?’ ‘Here it is.’ Dean smiled offering Troy a paper. It was short, but. Mark paused for a moment and watched as his handprint outlined in pink appeared on her skin. It was her first ever spank-print. His handprint was the first to ever mark her flesh. Mark felt a moment of pride, but reveled in the moment only briefly before he repeated it on the other cheek. The first two strokes were moderately hard, but he then dialed back the intensity a bit as he continued spanking her. For her part, Christine was taken back. The experience was literally breathtaking as it. I slid down rubbing my cheeks over the skin of his chest and abdomen -- he wasn't wearing a shirt -- until I was looking face to face, as it were, with his crotch. I rubbed my face across the bulge in his shorts and he let out a moan of pleasure. I curled my fingers in the fabric at his waist and began to tug his pants down. He raised his hips and let me remove the offending garment. As I started to move towards his tumescent cock he stopped me.His hand cupped my cheek as I looked up in.