As our yacht took us to the south of Italy, we ate, slept, made slow - wonderful sex, and lived the life of the idle rich.To avoid potential encounter... with our pursuers, we made no scheduled stops and announced no destination. When we needed fresh food, our captain huddled with Jack to pick a marina at random. They had us fueled and serviced while the steward shopped, and we were on our way too soon for our enemies to have mounted any kind of attack, even if they knew where we were, or where. ...you're not a little sissy boy, are you Peter?"and she burst out laughing. "Anyway, they were going to fire you at workuntil my husband stepped in." Oh God! And what about the Doctor... he didn't see me, did he? Not likethis? Oh shit, he did, didn't he! Oh God," he cried, with genuine tearsin his eyes. "I want to go home. Why can't I go home?" Well, it's very simple. My husband has been very understanding....considering what you've been up to with your staff... and then caughtdressing as a. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders coming to rest just above her breasts. The lower half of her knit swimsuit did very little to conceal her mound that was covered by the white patch of knit fabric. Then glancing over at her companion, Mike noticed that she was about five-five with shorter hair. Her body was almost identical to her friend except for her breasts. They were smaller but they were still straining against the strip of cloth that was fighting to hold them restrained. ‘I wonder. Yes she had given her a long and very hard spanking, but the Mum had an orgasm after it. On the one hand it surprised the Surrogate but on the other hand her professionalism told her she needed to continue the spanking as the post orgasmic spanking was likely to be the real lesson for the Mum. Indeed it was. The spanking was renewed with vigour, the Surrogate spanking all over the Mums bottom although for many many spanks, sometimes three dozen or so, spanked the very same spot time and again..