She waited, with bated breath for his reply."If I'd taken advantage of you last night I'd have lost your respect and deserved to lose it. I turned awa... from you so that you didn't get to feel what was happening to me. As for not finding you attractive, I think I've just shown that I do."Her heart beat faster as she listened to his reply. She wanted him, this much she knew, but could she really wait for him to make the first move? She loved him for being a gentleman, but would that also stop him. "He's taking it well," John remarked, a hand on the woman's behind, both hands rubbing her through her clothes. Like her, his eyes seldom strayed from the scene below and watched with interest as another stroke brought a squeal from the boy before the vivid mark appeared across his slender bottom."Ten," someone called. The lad had begun to cry, each further stroke bringing his head up for him to utter a beseeching wail of pain. Bright lines crossed his bottom while more ran across the back of. He then removed his finger and took down the extendable showerhead and sprayed around and inside my butt, clearing off all of the soap. He dried both of us off, shut off the shower and carried me to the bedroom. His muscular body rippled as he tossed me upon the bed and opened up the Vaseline. After giving his magnificent cock a little kiss for luck, he bent me over and thoroughly greased his fingers in Vaseline. He then slid one finger inside of me, then two, and then finally three. My face. " Think about it, Bob. Up until about a hundred years ago children WERE property. Their parents had the right to sell them into indentured service and things like that. Children had no rights at all." OK," I said. "I get that, but that's all changed. Don't tell me the bleeding heart liberals haven't changed the laws by now." SOME of it has changed," she said, ignoring my barb about bleeding heart liberals. She was one and we both knew it. But she also knew I was just using a euphemism. "There's.