"As long as you're sure," I said, adding, "But you realize I'm likely to get hard sometimes. What if she ... tries something?" Wendy looked into my ey...s and didn't say anything for a long time.Finally, a smile spread over her face. "Frank, I know you love me. You've proved it hundreds of times in a hundred different ways." She looked away and took a deep breath. "If Denise, at thirty two, wants what a fifty-something guy like you has to offer ... well, as long as I don't get kicked to the curb. The hand on her stomach moved up to massage her boobs, while the hand on her butt swooped down to stroke her muscular thighs. The hands continued groping and exploring for some indeterminate amount of time, sometimes careful and delicate, sometimes strong and crude. Just as Jordan was beginning to get aroused despite herself, her unknown manipulator stopped — then, as a bit of an afterthought, harshly twisted a nipple, eliciting another gag-muffled cry.A passionate, somewhat rough female voice. I know that she just lost Daddy, Her eyes watered slightly when before she whispered the reference to our father. She had always been a Daddys girl. I was smart, so maybe this is the advantage I was looking for. If you need help, I can help you. That just isnt natural, Emmy. You just dont touch dogs like that. Its sick. I stood up and paced the room, making her jump a little when the chair scraped against the floor. Its not sick, Amy. Do you have any idea how good it feels to have a dog inside. Progressive Dinner Part 4 F/MIt was now Thursday at 7:00 PM, and I was waiting at Mrs. Jones' front door, for my weekly spanking appointment. I am dressed in the cut-off T-shirt and lounge pants. Mrs. Jones doesn't say a word and escorts me to her office. She sits down on a chair, undoes the ties on my lounge pants, and they fall to my ankles as she bends me over her lap. As she starts my spanking, she says, "I heard from Carol that she gave you a good and well deserved spanking. I can see.