“Nate! Good to see you.”“Your honor, always good to see you as well, and thanks for letting me visit on such short notice.”“No problem. Mond...y is my day off anyway. And what’s this ‘Your Honor’ crap. You’ve called me Gregg for years.”“After I show you what I need to share with you, Your Honor may be more appropriate.”I showed him enough of the video Don was foolish enough to send to Beth, played the audios Beth recorded, and told him of the wine glass and that Paul was giving the details to Tom. “No way, you are not spanking me,” I said playfully and she and I began to tickle fight until finally she talked me into it.“I am not getting totally naked,” I told her as I removed the skirt and lay across her lap.“Count each one, and thank me,” she said and she proceeded to use the flat of her hand with an easy rhythm to spank one after the other onto my buttocks and provided me just enough time to count and thank her between each one. She used some kind of torque in her wrist to put a little. ”“Dick?” she asked, finishing his question. Frank blushed furiously. “Maybe I’d better check for scarring.” Shirley smirked as she said this, and Frank’s eyebrows raised up. He was seated in an armchair in the living room, and his wife was standing a few feet away by the fireplace.“Uhhh...”“I’ll take that as a yes,” she replied with a giggle. She stepped closer to her husband and knelt at his feet. Kneeling, she reached down to the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head, leaving her in. When I saw her smooth, shaved mound I was in heaven. She jerked away as I got to my feet and moved toward her."On your knees!" I grabbed her by the neck and forced her to the floor. "Suck my dick slut!" I forced the head of my cock to her lips. I grabbed a clump of her hair in my hands and twisted till she screamed. "I said suck my cock cunt!"I almost blew as I forced my prick in between her tight moist lips. I heard her gag as I forced all 8" of my dick down her throat. I felt her tongue.