And even though you may not want to admit it, you love it when she defiles you."Catherine hung her head, unable to look her friend in the eye."Am ... ...m I really just a whore?" In one sense yes, in another sense, not at all. You love the sex with Alexandra and even now you can't stay away. You do whatever she wants as long as she'll screw you. So are you a whore? A whore for sex, definitely, but certainly not in the conventional sense. You don't want to be fucked by just anybody. You want to be. I wheel and turn around towards him again and then slowly and with delicately moving hands pull and tweak down my pink-colored bra so that my breasts are bared and uncovered before his very face and eyes. Then I do two things all at once: I shake and jig and sway about my very own boobies and big fat shapely ass behind, stirring myself quickly this side, then rapidly that other, and randomly and unexpectedly that other route and direction again. To be honest and plain damn truthful with you, it. That was followed by the second and third even harder smacks.All the time this was going on, Betty heard those around them making comments about how the naughty woman deserved to have her legs smacked. How could she possibly have asked not to be spanked when she had been caught cheating, they discussed, and it certainly added to the background chatter as they watched Samantha continue to spank Francis on alternate bottom cheeks, and clearly, everyone watching was enjoying themselves just as. He couldn't tear his eyes off her dark nipples that were fully erect in the cool air."Uncle Leo!" Bess exclaimed, being the first to snap out of the mutual shock of what had just happened."Bess..." Leo walked closer to her, as if in a trance."Please," Bess begged. "You have to turn around." I knew you looked like your mother, but I never got to see how sexy your mother was without any clothes on." Uncle Leo," Bess begged him again. "This isn't right." Oh, this is so right," he smiled and.