“Kitten, aren’t you worried about your parents coming out to check on us?”“No, they won’t do that. Mon said she will make sure dad gives us ...ome space, now that she understands our arrangement.”So, I headed to her house and we parked on the wide side of her driveway. When we got there, she climbed into my lap and started kissing me as I started lifting her shirt to get to her tits.When I had her shirt up, I saw she had followed my direction and was braless. I broke the kiss and took her right. .. and ahem what I want to do with you, starting with a hallway hug and my hands on your hips... I hope that's OK.Amy and I both knew what happened when I put my hands on her hips: when I put my hands on her hips, her body became primed and ready for sex within seconds. It didn’t matter where we were, the effect was the same: I’d feel the flush of heat under my hands and hear the change in her breathing; something changed about the way she held herself and the expression on her face would. That I do not have to answer as my hard on tells her. Whispering, that she has to wear a mask for this, she can not stand the victim see her face. It ruins her orgasms, she claims, hoping that her selected one, will please me. A tied up victim, suffering from pain, scared, how such victim fight for air, under her, she smiles. That can bring her to an orgasm like no one else. Having explained her reasons, she gently, starting to drip the how wax from the candles, the voice behind the mask tells. Fraser swallowed. "so when did he stop spanking you?" Beth giggled again. "Well, my dad always said that I could stop obeyinghis rules when I stopped living in his house, and ….." She blushed andlooked away. "You still live at home!" Mr. Fraser interrupted, his face crimson, hisbrow drenched with sweat. "You mean_ _" "Well, I'm renting a place in Toronto, for my articling," Beth straightenedher skirt. "But I'll be spending the summer at home….." "And you'll be spanked then?" "If I.