She took her time, slowlystroking my lips back and forth until she was satisifed with the color."Thank your mistress," she commanded. So I did. She ...panked me."No, thank your mistress in your little girl's voice," she explained. SoI tried again, raising the pitch of my voice. She spanked me twice."No, tell your mistress, 'Thank you mistress for putting lipstick on meand making me look like a pretty little slut.'" I did this, but I wasflustered and forgot her exact words. Spank. Then I. Im walking around in nature and looks so no one have damage the trees or someting after i walkd around 20 min i start to see this little girl thats all of her self out ther she looks like she are lost in the dungel i start to walkd to her she cant by more then 8 years old black hair green blue eyes i walkd up to her and askd her in chines if she have got lost?. she answerd my .Yesss and i sayd that i can help her home if she want?. she sayd yesss. i start to carrier her and walkd away whit her. She rear was a little to tender for another spanking quite yet. She pulled on the tight top, then stepped into the thong, before finally sipping on the skirt which barely covered her ass. She turned so Jessica could see, very conscious of her hard nipples showing through the shirt. “Perfect,” Jessica said with a small clap of appreciation. “There are just two more things. Flip up your skirt and bend over the bed.”Mo did as she was told. Jessica came up behind her, feeling and squeezing her ass.. I did rather get the impression that if Mr Potter hadn't been there she might have had a go at taking her mind off the fact that at some time in the near future we were going to have to land. Or it might have been if I hadn't been there. Whatever.After a perfect landing, experienced pilots are good at these, student pilots are much better at rough ones, we were met by a car and taken to the end on the road. That might seem an odd thing, but truth to tell the estate was so far off the beaten.