Bonnie believed in mentoring and motivating her staff to do the best job they could. How could she not assist him? Finally, the hot swollen cock lodge... between her soft thighs told her Smith was looking forward to his stunning, yet domineering boss, addressing his defenceless ass cheeks. Bonnie’s dean of boys, Bob Perkins, sat nearby on the couch, as the official school witness. Smith didn’t know which was worse, the dean watching his bare bottomed, over the knee spanking, by his 41 year old. So you gonna do anything I ask this weekend - that's right ain't it." Yes, Mr Hawkins, ANYTHING you want." So if tomorrow night I go out and bring my friends back here..."He saw her body stiffen for a moment but then she relaxed again. "Yes, sir, I'll fuck them all if that's what you want."Josh chuckled and slapped the big round white ass in front of him. "Why'd I want to share this. Don't worry girl - gonna keep you all to myself this weekend." She felt the warm wetness of his mouth as he. Kirsten returned to the table, and the box. The handcuffs were much the sameas the fetters: small metal rings, made to the exact shape and size of Kirsten'sslim wrists. Hinges, radio locks, and the pair of them already fastened togetherwith a small radio padlock, giving just an inch or so of play between them.She held them, looking at them, examining them in detail. They felt familiar,but she was not so acquainted with how they looked, for they were worn, ofcourse, at the back, out of sight.. I see a small canoe and hop right in, The mist of her river splashing like a cool breeze across my face,as the rapids twirl and flip me,she truely is wet and wild today,Her river had a deep intoxicating smell the fueled the fire in my blood stream.My finger paddled and paddled with virgorous ferocity.Driving my canoe in different directions. I cast my pole into the lubercating waters with my saliva tounge bait,and flung it high and.