' It's lovely', she murmured into the pillow, 'It's good.'With no suggestion of haste, he moved down the side of the table. slipping out of his waist-...oat then pulling the drawstring on his bottoms so that the trousers slid to his feet. In almost the same movement, he pulled the towel back over her body and moved silently to the foot of the table. Once there, he stood, arms outstretched, his palms pressing slightly on her towel-covered calves while the soles of her feet made contact with the. Taylor -Williams, Please, It would be such a bother and I can’t impose on Arthur like that. I’m sure he has other plans.”My mother ignored her, “It’s no bother.” Mom took out her cell phone and dialed, “Hello, Charles. This is Agnes Taylor-Williams. Could I possibly get a reservation for two somewhere between seven and eight o’clock? It’s for my son Arthur and a young lady? Thank you, Charles, you’re a dear.”My mother gave us our marching orders, “Seven fifteen. Now go Karen, go home, and get. The combination gave her a buzz, a thrilling rushof excitement which exhilarated her. But the logic in her brain was gone. She couldn't think. It was difficult to process the task in frontof her. She was in a zone where all that existed was feeling andsensation. And this before the spanking even began. The idea ofarranging the implements seemed absurd. Why bother? Any order will do. Just spank away! She laughed at her predicament. Then she saw the woodenpaddle. Her laughter ceased. There was no. " "No- they're fine" I say. "Seem to fit well." "Let me see" you say, as you walk over to me and pull on the waistband. "Why do you have them pulled up so far? That doesn't look right." You slip two fingers in the waistband to check the fit, giving a little downward tug at the same time. I tense up slightly as the waist gets stopped by my hard cock. You then slip two fingers of your other hand in the other side and slide both hands around toward the front, checking the fit again. Suddenly, the.