Some I recognised from town and others I had seen in the store but there was one I definitely recognised it was my husband and he was standing next to...Amy as his eyes met mine he moved away from her and she scowled. Coming over he asked what I was doing here I replied going to church. He knew I never went church but now I knew where he skulked off to every Sunday. I was greeted by the Minister and I followed Cynthia and Mike inside.James did not follow us in and looking round I saw no sign of. It should be slow and sensual with plenty of foreplay.” She blushed again then smiled and added. “Well that's how I like it anyway.” She went on to tell me that she spent a lot of time on her computer, playing games, surfing the web or writing emails, but she'd never thought to look for stories. “I'll have a look at the site and let you know what I think. Have you posted any yet?” I told her I hadn't but I had a few in the pipeline, one complete and couple almost finished. “Oh Mike, you have to. I could taste myself on her tongue as they started to mingle. I shifted my body and rolled her on to her back. Then I broke our kiss and started to suckle myself down along her body. I paused over each of her firm and wanting breasts. I felt each nipple careening along my tongue.Then I slowly guided my lips southward. My hands preceded my lips and found the sides of her bikini bottom. Two more kisses and my hands had untied her bottoms and flung them to the floor.I could feel the cool flesh. ” And arches up for another spanking. Her master smiles even more and gives her another. When she stops she watching as her slave arches up and down in anticipation for the next blow. “That’s a good girl.” she tells her rubbing her red and sore ass.“Now stand up.”Amy does as she is told. Her chest is heaving, her face is covered in her tears. Her long brown hair in her face. She feels her Master’s hand between her legs and knows she can feel how wet the spanking got her and her faces turns even.