He cleaned up in the bathroom, washing off the blood, scrubbing the back of his hands. He hated thinking about Nick, hated that a man that was as good...as he seemed to be was fighting for his life in a hospital while some homicidal maniac was running loose with the woman he loved. He dried off his hands on a towel that looked like it was ancient and probably had come with the house. Then he grabbed his own phone and got the number to the hospital.It took a while, and some swearing of his own. They walked to his car and he held the door so she could get in, then he went around and got behind the wheel, started the car, and drove off. Bill had driven Cindy home before, but for some reason, tonight it felt different. His heart was hammering so hard he was sure she must be able to hear it. He didn’t seem able to breathe properly, either. ‘I really would like to help you, Cindy,’ he said. Cindy looked at him and smiled. ‘There’s nothing much you can do, Mr. Markham,’ she said. ‘I can. Susanne endures several stages of spanking: first by my bare hand, next her wooden spoon hurts her bottom.Susanne can't see it - not yet - how her pale tight boyish bums turn from white to pink, darker pink to even red.Susanne is amazed by the effect it has on her: It hurts her, for sure... And it is very humiliating... Who'll see it?Susanne is amazed when I present her the taste of her own pussy juice! -- How did she get so wet? Hating it!?Susanne's bums are very tight during my sets of six. She didn’t look too bad, nerves considered. Her large tits sat nicely in the v-neck t-shirt. There was enough cleavage to be seductive but not overly trashy. Her hips curved nicely in her jeans and her brown hair hung down her back. Lacy looked gorgeous and she knew it. Smiling at herself, she took a deep breath and made her way to the room.After the initial greetings and laughs, the liquor started flowing, quickly calming all of the frayed nerves in the room. Lacy stood leaning on the dresser,.