I walked back out into the main room, desperately looking for Jen, while trying not to look like I was looking. Finally, I heard soft female voices i... the kitchen. The kitchen, where I had, just hours ago, been flashed by the most delicious looking pussy I had ever seen. My cock started to throb just entering that room. Vanessa and Jen were sitting at the table, talking about how the night had gone. I wasn’t sure how I was gonna justify sticking around, and thought I might have to just. Not much of a screech, for he had barely been going at fifteen miles an hour. He pounded his fists on the steering wheel, screwing his eyes shut in existential pain.“Y’ a’ reyt, duck?” said a voice. Father Jim looked up. There was a young woman standing by his window, dimly lit by a guttering street-lamp, pouting her lips at him. Her blond hair was piled loosely on her head, her face plastered with far too much make-up – bright red lips, dark lined eyes, bright blue eyelids, ridiculously long. I laugh and tell her alright. We hit the road and she puts on her playlist. The windows rolled down, it feels great. Soon she gets cold and asks me to roll the windows up. I turn on the heater on low. My house was far, she puts her knees on the dash and slouches down, Her sundress slides down showing her lovely thighs. I put my hand on her thigh and caress it up and down. I glance at her, she looks at me and bites her lower lip. I squeeze her thigh. Looking at the road, my hands move towards. "Head down, stick out your butt and spread your legs..." Barbara commanded me in a soft voice.I did as I was told and she lifted my skirt over my waist.She pulled down my tint thong and I could feel myself getting wet.Barbara took a wooden ruler from her drawer, raised it in the air and she brought it down hard on my exposed buttocks…I felt the stinging pain and cried, getting even wetter. She repeated the spanking twice more. I then heard the zipper of her own skirt. She made me roll over my.