I blushed and whispered, "Yes, I do. Veryvividly." Then I glanced at her and asked if she'd spanked anyonelately. She grinned and shook her head.... "No, not lately. Why? Do you knowsomeone who needs one?"I hesitated, nodded, then whispered, "Yes, me."She was silent for a moment. "Are you serious?" Yes, very." I glanced away, unable to look her in the eye."It would be more now, much more. I'm into heavy D/s. I had to give upmy slave when I came east to buy the clubs. She couldn't . Diana hadn’t been fuckedor had her pussy touched in about 3 months. Well maybea little grinding or groping at a club. I had startedtalking dirty to her without touching her. Asking ifshe was horny, if she’d like a cock in her. She wouldlay back and fantasize as I talked to her, like phonesex, sometimes I even got her moving like she was beingfucked just by describing sex.Diana was primed. I invited over a mutual friend Zach,who Diana had dated for a very short time and told himwhat. ..gulppp''''mphhhhh mmhhhh''the big cock making it way in my mouth between my pink mask mouth hole''oh my god your so hot like this , suck my cock sissy boy, im gonna show you girl''thrusting in my mouth making my head bounce back on the seat head rest''oh yes i knew it would happen , you all in pink tight slut gonna obey now''''all sexy and sucking cock, you wanted this dont hide it girl''loud gulping sound as my only reply, the dark veiny 9inch owning up my pussy mouth holding my hands up. “How?”But her aunt had never answered the question, instead abruptly changing the conversation to the oils.Now Maureen stood in front of the statues and wondered.Her eyes flickered to Henry VIII. “Did my grandfather play with you, Henry,” she murmured out loud, then laughed at her foolishness. “Or you?” Her eyes went back to Anne Boleyn and the smile faded from her face.She was so real!She moved closer, then timidly reached out, touched the satin bodice on Anne Boleyn’s body. The material was.