Her blonde hair was always tied back in a neat bun. She had a sleander neck, narrow shoulders and i guess her tits were about a 36d, although in need ...f a bit of support these days. Here legs were well proportioned and she stood about 5'7.She had tears in her eyes and when she spoke, her voice faltered slightly, which was unusual for her."Barry's Gone back to his mothers" she said. Barry being her husband. "For good I think".I asked why, believing that all was well in her household."He.... He. He'd only drunk two beers before the duded up drummer beside him opened a conversation. "Tight fisted bunch, here abouts. Haven't made a sale since I left Baker's Field." That a fact?" Patrick set his glass mug on the bar and eyed the young drummer's store bought suit and black bowler. "What ya sellin'?" Like I said, not much of anything, lately. Maybe the folks up in Owen's Valley will be interested in my hardware." The man pulled his coat collar closed. "Don't know why I bothered coming this. Then, and only then, will I stop this spanking." Jane could see the tears on Jennifer's cheeks as she looked back over her shoulder at Ben. "I never meant to actually do anything with him, I was just mad at you for…" Ben cut her off, "But my dear, I DO mean for you to do something with him. Now get to work. And be gentle, for you do not wish to see punishment befalls truly naughty girls." And with that Ben began a steady, rhythmic percussion on Jennifer's already sore bottom, alternating from. “Let's go through the back and you can show me what you want me to do. However, Tara has asked me to prepare this as you seemed to show an interest in it the other day”. Whatever the object was that she held up, disappeared into a bag and they moved to the back room.“Now what the fuck do I do?” Bobby asked of himself. He had been prepared only to apply pressure on young Tara to get in her pants and/or discover what the string of balls was.In the event the blonde had command of the situation. In.