He grumbled about the early closing, declined my offer to get him a cab (as he always did). Eventually making it to the side door where his car was of...en parked. The streets were abandoned, so I didn't make the call to the police that sometimes happened. I settled back to my work, trying to catch up but not really caring if I did. With Carl gone, I was anxiously awaiting Kara and I knew it wouldn't take long. The work could wait till later, I knew I had plenty time later.On cue, the bar door. Michelle trapped my legs under her right leg and resumed the spanking. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SLAP, WHACK, SLAP, SMACK, WHACK, over and over she just kept pouring it on my severely chastised bottom. “Please Michelle,” I cried, “I will be good, I promise!” The tears were streaming down my face now and I was bawling like a little boy. “I hope, SMACK, that you, SMACK, are learning, SLAP, a very valuable, WHACK, lesson today, SMACK, young man!!” “Yes Ma’am”, I bawled. “Please. In fact, about Thursday" "Why choose?" I smiled "Li'l bit of each" She got on all fours and presented her sumptuous arse to me "Slip in there" she invited me, "and don't be gentle - get the fulllength in there" I took my hard cock in hand and sidled up to her, I did slip, I was notgentle, and I did indeed deliver the requested full length, my balls slapping against her curvaceous bottom. She was unashamedly wanking as I fucked her, her big tits swingingfreely underneath, as I grabbed and. Miss Sarah is still asleep. Is Damita outside?’ He grinned. ‘Sure is, I just let her out. She’s probably about ready to come back in if you want to check on her. Me and your Sissy were about to cook breakfast. Pancakes okay?’ ‘Can I help? I used to…’ and then began the morning tear fest. Brent looked at me, both of our faces filled with vicarious sadness, and whispered, ‘Could you get Damita?’ He broke away from me and took Alex by the hand. ‘Come on, Buddy. It’s okay,’ I heard Brent console.