When this young woman came in that I guessed to be a university student, yet she dressed with class. A tight white sweater, short skirt that showed of... her long tanned shapely legs (my weakness.) I looked her over as she stood in line and she looked me over where I sat with a mischievous smile on her full lips. Then I looked at the way she moved her hips as she sauntered to a table close at hand. Her? Our? Story in poetical prose of rhythmic stanzas that will curl a girl’s toes. No rings she. Right then she came back into the room and immediately turned to lock the door. I reached around and embraced her as she fumbled with the skeleton key. After briefly testing her nipples, I slid both hands down her sides, under the robe, and stripped off her panties. They caught on her ankle, but she kicked them away decisively. She tried to turn to me, but I nudged her still and began to explore her goodies from behind. Tracing my hands up her soft flanks, I eventually found her nipples again.. I was so tired that I was drifting off as I still felt his cock twitch deep inside me shooting just a little bit more. We were laying in the grass behind someones house joined together. Nothing ever felt so right to me.I blinked my eyes and felt a little disorientated. I opened them and immediately notice it was getting lighter outside. It was near dawn and I was still outside. I felt something behind me and I turned my head. The dog was still there right up against me. His cock and his knot. Bill spanked her for what happened with Ingles," she returned with an odd expression. "She ate her breakfast as she sat in the water of the hot tub. She has trouble sitting in a chair, though." Bill spanked her on their wedding night?" Jeff frowned at his Queen. "A real spanking? That doesn't make sense. Bill would never do that. Jill had no control over what happened with Ingles." I know that. You know that, as does everyone else. But Jill was fully aware of what was going on while she was.