“Oh, god,” I said. I was staring up at the ceiling with my hands at hands above my head. I didn’t look down. Not seeing her do it increased the ...leasure. I just stared at the ceiling and kept my mind from wandering. I stayed there and now. Her breasts were slick now with my pre-cum, the firm pressure of her cleavage massaging my shaft caused my cock to twitch and my balls to tighten up. “Oh, shit, I think I’m going to cum.”“Go ahead,” she said. She pumped her breasts faster, the softness of her. I gasped as the spanking continued and my bottom stung more and more. I knew it was no use pleading for her to stop because he wouldn’t until she was ready to. Spank after spank landed on my bare bottom and it felt like her hand was large enough to cover my whole bottom but I knew really it just seemed that way as the pain cascaded outward to every inch of my bottom.“Legs apart, girl,” Emma ordered.Obediently I parted my legs and knew why and waited for the spanking to move to the backs of my. She leaned down so the waitress, a few feet away, wouldn't hear. "Larry, I wanted to thank you again from the bottom of my heart for yesterday," she said. "I'm going home today. I called Bertie last night and we talked for a very long time. We both said a lot of things we've needed to say to each other for, well, forever, you know. And I think it's, well, it's all going to work out. I'll always be grateful to you." And she kissed me smartly on the cheek.I looked up at her and smiled. "Good. It only had a single car garage and I wanted space for three vehicles. I would probably never own three vehicles but the extra space would give me somewhere to work if needed. I also wanted to build a building in back to smoke and cure meat. I’d remembered going to my granddad’s house when I was little and he would have various pieces of meat hanging to cure. He would always have beef jerky he had cured himself and I could never find any in stores that compared.The well drilling company showed.