Girls like me need to be kept in check.”Larry groaned as her lips folded around his shaft.“Okay.”“Hard spanking,” she said. “I want a feel...a real man’s hand on my bottom.”He groaned again as her lips returned to his cock. “It will be hard,” he gasped. “And I don’t just use my hand; I use hard implements as well.”Helen’s hand took hold of him and began to move back and forth. A few minutes later his cum was splashing against her face and mingling with her hair. An hour had passed since then and. I realised I was her prey. I heard her whisper. "You are a sissy, you are a sissy. You wearstockings. Wow!" I sat there not knowing what to do. "Let's moveto the booth over there. I think we need to talk alone honey."Before I could say no she turned to the Barman and said:"Darren, could you please send us Ladies two Chardonnay to thebooth over there. It will be on my bill."I cringed under her words, not even trying to look at the barmanand started to walk to the exit instead. She grabbed my. I couldn't tell who they where yet. I parked and jumped out of the truck but I told my wife to stay put untill I knew who they where. The first three I didn't know but when the fourth turned around I saw it was John , a guy I kind of knew. He is friends with a buddy of mine and that's how I know him. He called out my name and I said hey and shook his hand, he told the other guys who I was , then he asked where my wife was? I said she's in the truck , and I didn't want her to get out till I knew. I was just getting ready to head over to the pool to meet Dave and Greg when Christa called me and said that she was all alone at home today and that if I wanted to come over it would be OK.I wasted no time hopping on my bike and heading over to Christa's house. She answered the door in a tight tank top, her little tits looking nice through the thin fabric, and a pair of tight, denim shorts that showed off her firm, rounded ass to perfection. I came inside and we sat down on the couch in her.