I was walking over to look at a picture on the wall when I felt his hands on my shoulders. They slowly moved down and cupped my breasts. He stated fon...ling them and grinding his hips against my backside. I was jest wearing a t-shirt and jeans. I had no bra on. His right hand went down and uncovered my t-shirt and went up to find the breast it was holding before. He started to pinch my nipples and I could feed my pussy moisten, and then he started to unbutton my jeans. One hand worked its way. "They were crushed. There was a lot of nerve damage, so I don't control them very well. Look, I've got maybe twenty bucks..." She started digging in her purse."Does your pussy work?" he blurted.Jeannie froze, her hand on the Taser she'd been about to pull from her purse and fire. "What?" Is your pussy busted?" he asked, pedantically, "You know, your cunt. What do you call it?"She blinked a couple of times. "Pussy will do, I guess. No, it's not busted. It still has the 'factory sealed for your. He had never experienced anything like it before. He tried to be a man and hold back the tears, which he managed to do just, but could not suppress his loud sobs. In no time at all his backside felt like it was on fire, and he found himself pleading to his landlady for forgiveness.Finally the spanking ceased and Peter tenderly pulled himself off his landlady’s lap. He tried to contain his sobbing, while at the same time rubbing his backside in a futile effort to dull the painMinnie looked over. "Ambrose--Brody...it's okay.I like you a lot, I might even love you...and we'll discuss it at home."And Marla smiled.LATER THAT NIGHTMarla leaned against Brody'sleather couch, still in her white dress, her legs crossed, as she watched Brodycome in from the bedroom, stark naked. Marla tried to unzip her top but Brodyheld up his little hand. "No, no, Miss Marla, youdon't have to take anything off yet."Brody smiled at Marla, who wassomewhat puzzled. Look at him, though, she thought. His little.