We all took a deep breath when "Sheila Schwartz" + "Mistress Cynthia" turned up empty, but that did not figure to last. Francine summed it up, "Well s...it. The rest of the week just got fucked."That broke up our texting session, so it was time to think about getting home. Still, it seemed a shame to be here and not use the facilities. So I asked, "Were you serious about doing it ballerina style?" For once Motormouth Martel was at a loss for words, but I bet her panties just got wet.I grinned my. Later on her husband requested me that she is traveling alone and provides any help required which I readily obliged.I sat in my seat thinking about this pretty south Indian housewife dressed in a sari fully covered and the bus had covered quite a part of the long journey all of a sudden I was shaken up from sleep to see that the front type had burst and the bus had hit some something and felt pain my legs. Fortunately my injuries were just bruises and I took a moment and saw several people. “You know you shouldn’t have gotten into our liquor cabinet while we were and out and now you will have to learn your lesson.”I led her to the bed and began to kiss her, but she fell right into the role and resisted my kiss. I pushed her to the bed, using my weight to keep her down in place while I slipped two restraints around her wrists. What she didn’t realize though was these restraints were crossed up, and as I pulled them in tight they forced her to turn over face down on the bed.“What. After about a dozen swats I paused for breath and she took the opportunity to stand up and kneeling on the side of the bed with her face on a pillow said with a little catch in her voice 'Now get behind me and fuck me rigid' I knelt on the floor behind her and stroked her flaming bottom. The heat coming from it was extraordinary. No beating I had ever taken came close to it, but my mother far from looking distressed had an expression of ecstacy on her face as I parted her.