He removed his trousers and,after a slight delay, his pants and his cock stood to attention.She pointed at her lap and said, "Don't you dare make a me...s on my stockings."He draped himself over her lap and she looked at his firm backside before circling the hairbrush on his left buttock.She beat him with a flurry of spanks from cheek to cheek. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!Reg was starting to squirm and Geraldine's knickers were getting wet as the hairbrush continued to. Some of these guys were HUGE and some of them were FAT (300 pounds at least). But, often with the help of a firm guiding hand or two on the back of her head, this little blonde forced every one of those guy’s rigid members down into her throat as far as she could go. One guy was so fat, Angie had to lean forward as far as she could while on her knees so that her mouth could approach his cock from below, and her face literally disappeared in his crotch. Lucky for the rest of us standing around. "There was a knock at the door and a quick "Hang up and lie back" before the door started to open slowly and I hung up the phone. I kept my eyes glued on the door as I heard it close. I was under the sheets, but I folded my arms up underneath my head to lean on.I heard her moving around in the bathroom for several minutes before I heard the door close. She came around the corner from the bathroom in nothing but high heels, sheer stockings held by a garter, and an identical mask. Her mask. “This is not the right time for that,” he said.“It never is according to Thia. Miss Davis, I have a crew of laborers working here today, so this is not a convenient time,” I said to her.“Mr Rogers, you know not talking to me makes you look like you have something to hide,” she said.“I had hoped the FBI has some new methods by this time. Let me tell you right up front, I don’t give a fuck what it looks like. Now I’m going inside, so unless you know how to drive nails, come back later. You might.