"Just look at me and then look at you. Cathy, my figure? I'm fat, I have a pot, my ass is too large and flabby, and my thighs look like a ... I don't ...now what, but it's awful! My skin has all the color and attraction of a dead fish! My hair..." With a sardonic laugh she said, "In the bathroom I looked at it and realized I don't even know what its natural color is! Would you believe that? It's true. Cath, I was looking at my pubic hair and then at the hair on my head. Usually the pubic hair is. “Now, put the palms of your hands against the wall and spread your legs. Stick your ass out,” he ordered. “How many did I say you were to get with the paddle?” “I forgot.” “You forgot because you weren’t paying attention—again!” “It was 119 strokes. It WAS 119. Now it’s going to be 150. Do you want try for more?” “No, sir,” I replied as I did what I was told. I could hear him pacing behind me as he held the paddle. I saw him shaking his head in disbelief at what I did. “When will you learn to. He began licking her cunt lips up and down, and was soon driving Lori wild. My first inclinations were, what a tease this guy. Lori’s hips arched and she grabbed him by the back of the head pulling him harder into her cunt. She was moaning louder and louder, and I knew she was approaching a climax. Lori flung her hands over her head and grabbed the top of the mattress and continued to arch and buck her hips against his wanton face. Within two minutes she came, moaning with every breath. Only. " "I think I have a few things that will be perfect. I can even model them for you if you like." She gave him a seductive smile and he smiled a little uneasily. "Uh, yes, that will be fine." She stalked away and swung her hips provocatively. He stared after her retreating back and cocked his head at an angle. Maybe this shop isn't so bad after all. This could prove to be interesting. She came back in a short pink sheer dress. She stood before him and he sat down. She twirled a few times slowly..