I pulled up her t-shirt that she sleeps in and rubbed my palms into her shoulder blades. Rubbing my hands across her back as I probed with my fingers,...lightly clamping down on her neck.She moaned approvingly as I continued the massage. After a couple of minutes, I urged her to flip over so I could do her front. She tuned over and I started lightly tickling her chest. She loved me to run my fingers lightly over her breast and stomach. I moved up and drew circles round her pink nipples as they. She was completely helpless but still holding on to the hope that she will receive the magistrate's mercy, she yelped, "My magistrate, I am innocent!!”However, the paddles rained down on her bum-cheeks ruthlessly, leaving ugly marks on her white creamy behind. She jerked and squirmed, yelping "ouch" with every smack and pleading for mercy the whole time.As the paddling went on, she gasped and felt like being scorched by a line of fire on her backside. She wriggled helplessly, clenched her fists. I reached and put my hand on her stockinged leg and enjoyed the sexy feeling. Then I started feeling her up, moving my hand up toward her pussy. I didn’t know if she would stop me, but I was so turned on as I sucked Mark’s cock and felt his wife. She moved to meet my hand and I felt her pubic hair and then her wetness. She was pushing her pussy toward my hand and I moved into her crack and put a finger in. Finger fucking her and sucking his cock – WOW! With my other hand I cupped his. The alternative, doing nothing, was not going to sortthings out. Positive action had to be taken.Her son, sitting beside her, had just been telling her of a programme hehad seen on television and his pain was impossible for her to bear. Itwas time for positive action. In retrospect, that it should have takenher till now to reach this decision, was surprising. Should she havedecided to act sooner? After all, she had been living with, andwatching, the evidence for nine years, and yet in that time.