Jaicie could see the sadness in Gilbert's face. She hoped he wasn't disappointed with her. Damn it, she was acting as bitchy as she could. She quietly...finished her cigarette and moved around until she straddled Gilbert's face with her pussy, in a sixty-nine position. "Eat me, slave. I want another couple of orgasms." Yes Mistress," Gilbert responded as Jaicie buried her pussy in his mouth. Sucking and swallowing her pussy juices kept him from dwelling on his disappointment. He cleaned up her. Janet Winston felt William’s hands moving softly over her shoulders. She wanted to cry. He was such a good kid, so kind, so smart. And she had a compassion for him that was unlike anything she ever had for anyone…not even her own husband. And it had been so long since she’d felt someone’s hands on her. She continued to stare up at him as she put her hands on his tie. For a few moments, everything was a blur for William. It was like he wasn’t himself. But then he looked down at her nimble. .. and perhaps a few purses along the way there and back.The business of smuggling strong distilled drink was indeed a profitable one, but it also was high risk and tended to have high labor costs with numerous middle-men between the rural distiller and the thirsty urban customer. Ale and wine were legal, and reasonably cheap and plentiful, but keener sorts of customers will always desire that which is scarcer and most forbidden to them. A guilty pleasure that was openly illicit, but nearly. I lifted her skirt. Panties were in place. I struck her ass cheek hard.She moaned.I paddled her for a few minutes. My hand started to get sore. She wascrying and moaning."For your insolence, you will now get the ruler," I said."The ruler?" she said, breathlessly.I took the 12" ruler I had hidden in my clothes and smacked her butt."Oh!" she cried.I did it again a few seconds later."Ah!" she moaned.I gave her 12 swats with the ruler. I could see her rosy ass cheeksstart to bruise blue.She looked.