Charlotta worried about losing control,or being heard by the highway patrol.The spanking stopped and the rulerShe hoped her blistered bottom would get...cooler.A good spanking had been dealt.And, it had left at least one purple welt.Each cheek had a red blood stripeonce white this spanking was not hype.Her bottom had a blue bruise or two.With heat in her seat, what was a girl to do?When the sting and burn were gone,it was clear to Charlotta that she longedfor many more hard bare bottom whacks.If. I don'twant to do just part of it." Susie replied with a smile and a nod. Thewaitress came back with five cups of hot chocolate topped with whippedcream, and Susie began stirring in hers almost at once, the othersdeciding to follow her lead.Caroline was greatly relishing their company that day but decided not tosay so. The previous night, she'd had a dream - more like a memory -about when she was twelve, and one of her supposed friends had made up astory, completely out of whole cloth, about. “Do you want to cum?” I asked as I stopped to look at her again. Her face was cherry red, sweaty, contorted, lustful and pleading. She moaned softly, “Please, yes.” I played with her nipples, twisting and rolling them between my fingers, and talked to her, telling her how much I wanted her. “Do you want to cum?” I asked again. With a husky voice she managed to whisper, “Yes.” “Do you want me to fuck you?”I asked. A tormented “Yes!” was her response. I slowly licked her pussy and then. Owen and Logan had put together a package with all the information and all of our conclusions. They had gone over everything, ensuring that they removed all traces of their illegal stroll through the internet.In addition to the Board of Donaldson and the EU prosecutors, we decided to send the information to a pair of investigative journalists who specialised in finance; one based in America and the other in England.Owen convinced me to add a friend of his, a blogger, to the list; her name was.