I was prepared to take this wench to Funkytown by way of Electric Avenue... word to your mother!"I'm glad you could join me, bitch!" My harsh words ca...sed her to grip the marble countertop tightly, her inner thighs drenched with her leakage. I wrapped my arm around her waist and led her to the kitchen island then bent her over, exposing her perfect bubble butt. "You need discipline in your life don't you, Dorothy?" Yes, Beth, I do. I've searched so long for it," she timidly replied.My open palm. Tabitha's lithe form was piqued by her dress. I thought it was a bit short at first, but she assured me that she had worn dresses like it often. It was hot pink with purple embroidery running along her curves, accentuating her form and even drawing attention to her cleavage with subtle arrows pointing right at it on the curves of her breasts. Again, there were no straps but she wasn't that top heavy. If Erin could keep herself from falling out, I was sure Tabitha could. Her hair was pulled up. Her face was a mess of tears and snot as she sobbed with abandon, her make-up ruined, splotchy and red from the torturous pain. Agnes squirmed in place, impaled on Victor’s plasma-cock like a dead butterfly on a needle under a glass display.At last, Victor seemed pleased with the dept, because she felt her bowls and anus pull back as the phallus inside her retreated. Everything inside that had felt unbearably tight now was loose and aching, though not for long. Her moans were staccato yells of. The effect was stunning. Her back was completely bare all the way down to the crack of her boyish rump, as were her sides and the outside of her legs all the way to her feet. Her ample cleavage was displayed to excellent effect and the sides and lower third of her high, firm breasts were visible under the screen of beads. She had to be careful how she moved in it, because her large nipples tended to poke through the beads if she allowed her breasts to wiggle too much.She had been on her way.