Her hands were against the window supporting her, as she leaned over. I could see her ass flesh ripple as the large, older Mexican humped her from beh...nd. He moved his hands down her sides, and grabbed her hanging tits. Anita's head was hanging down, her blonde curly hair covering her face. I could see she had a helpless, pleading look on her face. But I just sat there, with a hard on, watching her naked body being ravaged by our gardener.Eventually, she just took it and stopped struggling with. ”But there was no true objection in his voice, just a hesitation and when her eyes met his again she saw a vulnerability she would never have guessed existed. Holding his gaze she bent forward, drawn by the emotion in his eyes and the feeling of his life under her hands. Her lips stroked along his collar bone, the salty taste of fresh sweat and pure male and aphrodisiac on its own. He moaned and his hands fell from her wrists, defeated by his own need - or just his confusion. She did not know. Usually this takes care of any problems he has but not this time. He wraps his arms around me but then does nothing. "Read that, Zezee."Reluctantly, I look at the screen. "What?!"He laughs in my ear. "Yeah, I'm willing to admit I'm not a bright bulb sometimes but that guy..." Hmmm... Hold me before I slide off your lap. This needs dealing with."I shift myself around until I'm comfortable and then get down to business. Oh, I use my vagina and squeeze Mark's penis in thanks. He was right to draw. Back over the knee, and the whacks came down, much harder and fiercer than with her hand. This I didn't like, and again I had to count, as I took 20 firm whacks on each cheek."Now take this back, and bring me the big one," she instructed. "If you had brought me the correct strap in the first place, your punishment would be over by now, but now you realise it isn't". I could hardly walk over to the straps, my poor bottom, I was limping as I walked to the wall.The big strap was awful, my legs.