? Now I am nervous and am starting to get anerection.? She goes over to the closet and opens it; I see many whipsin there that do not make me happy.?...Shewalks over with one and says ?your mine now? right before she hits me acrossthe ass. I let out a small yell.? Shehits me again, and again, for about another minute before she says I am gettingtoo mad and she is getting too wet for her pants.? She takes off her pants and her soaking wetpanties.? Then she walks over to me andhits my ass again,. At that instant Barb let out a sudden, “Ooooh, Pete, what are you doing?” I stopped and said, “I’m sorry, Barb.” “Don’t stop, it feels extremely nice. Can you do more” I cold feel my face start to flush. It looks like I’ll be making a note of this part of Barb's character. This is Barb, the Sunday school teacher type, am I hearing correctly? I explained that this is not part of the massage, it was an accident. Barb said she always felt there was something missing. This was part of it. So. “I’ve only cut my hand you idiot.” She said with a chuckle. “Still, I’d rather take my chance with my known pervert than call a taxi and risk another like the one down here.”“Oh! Why’s that? Was he coming on to you?”“Yes, and creepily so too. And he was ancient, almost as old as you in a fact.” The last bit said with a returning grin.“Cheers for that girl child. I suppose as you approach forty those five or six years make all the difference.” I commented, just about suppressing a smirk.The blow. His thumb traced over my hardening nipple, immediately causing shocks to fly down my body as well as finishing the hardening of my nub. A smile spread across his face at the obvious proof of my want for him. He reached out, massaging my other breast and repeating his actions. My jaw dropped as I focused solely on the sensations that were overtaking my chest.I reached out blindly, pulling his shirt off his body. He obliged, happily raising his arms to assist me. My eyes ran over his body as my.