Charlotte would forever feel that Lord Henry felt he let Anna down, that for once in his life he couldn’t protect his innocent daughter.Lord Michael...smiled, while at the same time rubbing his cheek as if mortally wounded. He followed Anna and Lord Henry to his office. “I think a spanking would be in order,” his prick jerking as he watched the gentle sway of Anna’s girlish hips. She had a firm, ripe butt, built for a spanking. Or more, having a fine collection of whips that he would like to use. Another slow song started up and they continued to enjoy the feelings of being one with each other. His left leg between hers, her right between his, her head against his shoulder, and his gently laid against her forehead, their movements were so natural, so totally perfect together. As they glided across the floor she found her hip to be in just the right place and pushed harder against his mound and somewhat swollen cock. She moved a bit to the side and made sure it was in the tender. I felt my orgasm coming, pulled out of her throat and spilled my semen in her mouth. She too had sensed my orgasm coming and started to swallow my semen as soon as I started to ejaculate. She kept sucking my cock till it deflated, so that no semen leaked out. She snuggled up against me as we lay in bed and drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.We woke up after a short but refreshing nap. In the afterglow of an exhilarating sexual union, we shared some of the most intimate details of our. He had already seen it seventeen times at least, but he watched the climactic moments once again: the teams racing across the ice, pounding along side by side, Tiffany so tiny behind the drive bow of the sled, but so intense and dedicated. Once again, he heard Kirsten's yell of "Come on, Tiffany," shouted right into the videocamera's microphone, and once again he followed the teams racing down the chute as Kirsten had panned to follow them across the finish line. He and Mark had seen the tape.