. It’s nearly done,” I said automatically. “Well can I... can I come in and help you finish?” “Are you sure you want to...?” I gulped, hop...ng he would say yes. I simply had to know what had happened and Darren was the only person in the world who could tell me. He smiled. “Of course, if you want me to after...” he let the words drift into silence. “Please,” I said, smiling in even more embarrassment and opening the door. Darren walked slowly through to the kitchen, looking left and right as if. The French Mistress shuffled around a little on her seat until she was comfortable and ready to resume my punishment.“Right, my dear, twelve smacks with Auntie Wendy’s leather paddle across your bottom and don’t forget to count each smack, you naughty boy.” She spoke softly and began tapping the tan-coloured paddle gently against my bottom.I sniffed and then nodded my head.“Yes, Auntie Wendy,” I replied almost in a whisper before returning my focus to the floor in front of me.Mrs. Taylor. “It’s really stretching me out.” Spurred on by Sophie’s moans Kirsty gradually began to increase the speed of her assault, much to the delight of her friend. Soon a loud slapping noise could be heard as her hips slammed into Sophie’s ass with every thrust. “Just look at the mess you are making on my desk,” Kirsty said in a playfully stern tone as once again a small puddle of juices was now situated under Sophie’s pussy. She gave the brunette a light spank on the ass as she continued to thrust. You hear a click then a hum, and feela soothing vibration on the back of your neck as the barber runs clippersup your head, buzzing the hair there down to fuzz. As he makes the firstpass you feel cool air on your legs as your tights recede into simpleblack socks. The clippers make a second run up the back of your head, atthe same time you feel dark hairs spreading up your legs. The back ofyour head is done, and the barber folds down your ear to clip around it.Something other than hair hits the.