Michelle Smithson had finished her workday as principal of the middle school and decided to check out the new womenswear store. Michelle had no clue t...at her former nemesis, Roxanne Starr, was the owner and proprietor. Smartly dressed in business attire, she was wearing a beige suit with white blouse, suntan colored stockings and brown heels. The skirt was at least 2 inches above the knee and sufficiently snug to leave no doubt of the voluptuousness of Michelle’s ass. She wore the coat portion. We climbed into the cab and as we rode home Barb asked if the black cock belonged to the black man with dreadlocks. I told her I didn't know. About half way home I heard Barbara begin to sobAt home we spoke about what happened. Barbara was very upset and was still crying. guilt had apparently set in and she asked if I could ever forgive her. "There is nothing to forgive. It just happened, I know I should have stopped it but I was just as excited as you were." I admitted trying to make her feel. I looked at Adam and asked if he was ready with the harvesting tube and he was. I began to rise off of Donald. I was keeping enough tension on to let him out but retain the fluids. I was all the way off and had been holding everything inside. The tube slipped into my lips and filled. It filled about 80% to the top and that was all there was. It seemed a lot more inside but maybe it had just soaked in through my barriers. I was certainly feeling the hormone rush.I gave Donald another kiss and. She’d never been spanked in her life, let alone by a complete stranger in exchange for some goods. It basically made her a whore. A dirty whore. She closed her eyes as the thought rushed over her and made her even more turned on. What on earth was wrong with her? It was the last coherent thought she had for a while. Deciding to forego any warm up, Andy laid a firm slap across her left bottom cheek, then a harder one across the right. As her skin was so pale, a light pink blush was immediately.