I guess my Cuban genes came in handy. We both agreed that if we both enjoyed this, we could work out a daily schedule. Anyway I finally got over her l...p and I literally felt like a small c***d. I fit perfectly over her knee to the point where my feet weren't even touching the ground. I wrapped my arms around her leg and braced myself for my punishment. Instead she teased me, groping both of my cheeks, rubbing firm circles into my ass, pulling my shorts up my bum in a wedgie. All of this was. I almost dropped my plate.“It would be nice to have a boyfriend to take care of me,” she went on.I was frozen. I’m sure my eyes were as round as the plate that suddenly felt heavy in my hand.“Don’t drop it!” snickered Lori, reaching to steady my plate. “You’re the one who said I was growing up, remember?”“Yeah,” I managed. “You just caught me by surprise. The Lori I know wouldn’t say something like that to me.”“Well duh,” she said. “I’m not the same Lori you used to torture so happily.”“What. He had the Lot and he knew it.several weeks later I was out, in the town, and after a good night out with the lads, waiting for. Taxi back. I couldn’t help but notice a very pretty older woman , well dressed fantastic figure , alone crying , so me being me , wandered over to see if she was ok, needed any help, she looked and sounded upon approaching her , as if she was in distress and either vert drunk or taken something , so I stayed and chatted a while trying to get sense out of her, where. "Spread your legs." As I did I felt my wet pussy shake and tremble as I now wondered what my punishment was. The sound of the slap startled my mind back to reality as the sting of his hand against my slit rocketed through my body. I whimpered softly. "Good, cry, you have more coming." His large hand slapped down against my sex, his fingers brushing my ass and his palm hitting my clit. "That is for being late." I closed my eyes. The sting was intense as it traveled my lower half. "Keep your.