..”“It does your body a world of good though!”“Yes I know but... what?”“I said it does your body a world of good!” Peter couldn’t resi...t anymore, he was bored for the day anyway. Stephen seemed almost baffled by what Peter had said. He just gaped; pink lips wide open at him. After a short while he closed them again and took a deep breath. He’d made his decision.“You fancy a closer look?” he looked at Peter, biting his lips. At this point, Peter’s eyes went into hyperactivity. They kept. She made me undress her and offer her to them. She made me hold and fold their clothes when they undressed. I brought them drinks, made them dinner. A few times we had gone out and she had dragged a guy out to the parking lot, fucked him on top of a car, making me tell the crowd watching that I was her husband and that I liked her fucking other guys. For the last few months she had made me hold her legs open for them while I begged them to fuck her. And a few times she'd made me hold her lovers. You grab me by the hair and pull me over the side of the table. Sliding my nylons off of my ass, I shake in anticipation.You give my ass a good smack to keep it still, and another for moving. You slide your finger down to the willing tight hole and I give another quiver. Removing your hand I whimper in protest and you spread my legs and take a paddle hard to my pussy. I cry out as it stings me.I promise I will be a good girl and apologize, so you grab a little friend. You slide the butt plug. "Good," said her mom. "So then, take off your clothes." "But... we never..." Nude spankings was not a thing in their family so far as she knew. "Sandra, don't be rebellious. This is a skin spanking, not an over-the-clothes spanking. You know that. And for me to hit your breasts and legs, your clothes have to be off." "Even my underwear?!" "Yes, nothing should be covered." Not actually convincing--but Sandra was in no position to think critically. Richard hit the bed with his belt, loudly. "Now,.