Ofcourse, I don't have any personal experience on the receiving end. Maybelater you can tell me just how bad it is, Kissy." Her hand ran lightlyover...one incarnadined buttock and he winced. She told him, "I hope youdon't make me punish you this hard again, Kissy. It's not easy for me.Honestly, I'm the victim here."Before he could fully absorb that claim she stepped back, raised the crophigh, and paused just long enough to relish the sight of his mistreatedbackside. She loved the combination. I own a bigger, and better car than I can afford, but they’re all paid off. It’s dirty money. Blood money. It’s dead cops, and crying children. I remember when it began, and I knew where it would end. Here. Tonight. Right now. About ten years ago I put away one of the most notorious thieves that ever existed. I’m not talking about some pussy prick pick pocket, or cat burglar. This guy could steal your house and you’d never know it until it started raining. He was good. Too good. Not as clumsy. Instead he felt Sharon’s hand on his thigh, and he tensed as her fingernails began tracing lazy circles up his leg. She hit pay dirt after about a minute, and then pinched the tip of his dick – and Secord jumped enough to rattle glasses on the table. Lansing looked down at Secord’s lap, then at the furiously tight expression on his face, and quickly, miraculously, asked him to go fetch her another daiquiri. He stood and left the table, when he returned Lansing had taken his seat and left hers. Oh, and only one of you at a time too."He knew what he had just caused the girls to be in for, but it would keep his men on their toes. It might just save the girls' virtues for a little longer too.He couldn't help taking another look at the nakedness of the older woman, as he thought about what was about to happen. He felt the stirrings of his own manhood, as the thoughts got clearer. But, someone had to be on guard.He whispered, "Soon, lady. Real soon."Colt had been aware of one of the girls.