" That sounds great." I looked over to see her taking off her shorts and panties. I told her to lose the top as well.I got the ping-pong paddle and la...d her across my lap. She counted to twenty-four but without the Sirs. I wanted her as more of a plaything and less of a slave. I'm sure we'd talk about it this weekend.When she started to get dressed, I told her to leave the bra here. I wanted to feel her nipples. She did as I asked and we rode out to Red Lobster. She loved the Harley and she. I shiver as the erotic sensations recede (though not entirely), and force myself to get up on shaky arms and turn over. I look up at her: Her nostrils are flared, her cheeks flushed, her eyes dark and alluring; a light sheen of sweat causes her skin to glow fetchingly. Her nipples are hard under her bra and tank top, pushing out brazenly. And when I look down before laying back, I see that my pubic hair is matted and glistening with beads of my own cream, and my nipples atop my quivering. If you're willing, I'm willing. I want to hire you, but I don't know if I can afford your services."She named an hourly fee, told me that expenses were in addition to her fee, and stipulated a retainer. I hired her.Elsa, Mary and I spent the next two hours discussing strategies. The arrest warrants limited Mary and my movements, as well as with whom we could meet and where. For instance, I couldn't immediately meet Barbara Campbell for an interview. Captain Giles would show up at that meeting. He let out a loud grunt, as he held my head there, telling me what a real good slutty housewife I was. After that, it wasnt to hard deepthroating all of his dick. Just then, the phone rang, and I knew it was my huband on break. " Ive got to answer it, sorry," I said releasing his dick and reaching for the phone. My husband wanted to know why I was out of breathe , as I told him that I was cleaning house and sweeping. I stood up, leaning on the counter, as his friend got behind me again. He was.