Showing no mercy at all to her piteous pleas and outcries of pain, he laid it onto her nude backside with the bare palm of his hamlike, workman's hand...Splat, splat, splat! came the rapid-fire report of the man's punishing hand as it rose and fell, raining well-aimed blows upon the creamy-white buns of the young blondes voluptuous buttocks."Stop it! Stop it! Let me up!" Sue screeched, squirming in pain as she kicked her bare feet wildly about and beat ineffectively at her tormentor's hairy legs. “No he aint, cause I have just spoke to him and told him that mom wanted him to get back to her as soon as possible, so he had to turn around and go back”. The son then reached down and removed my hand from my panties. “Lets see how wet you are” he said. As he did so he slid his hand inside my panties and began to stroke my pussy. “My God lads, she is soaking wet, feel her” he said to one of the other boys. Then one of the lads on my other side slipped his hand inside my panties and he too. Asha didn’t hear him clearly, and leant towards him as he repeated the question. As she bent forward, her breasts strained against the shiny satin, and all of her ripe cleavage was on view. The Russian’s eyes nearly popped out, and he was going mad trying to control himself.Anyway, he joined Asha at her table. She told him that I had gone up to the room. My wife was now in her element, flirting with him, laughing and talking in a husky voice, and all the time making sure the Russian got a good. Mary not being too particular for her own taste. Not that it mattered anyway, she had no choice in the end.Next to the lingerie shop, mildly sexy bras and panties for work, some radical stuff for play and outings. Plus appropriate nylons and garter belts ... pantyhose being ruled out!Then to the salon for hair, eyes and manicure.When they walked back in the door I let out a low whistle."Wow Mary, you look great!" Thank you, Jake" she colored a little."Now ... take it all off." Yes, Jake"We made.