She yelled in pain. ‘Be quiet and take your punishment like any slut.’ he told her. He switched between spanking her ass and pussy. He kept her le...s spread wide to watch his hand smack the young pussy. After several smacks on the ass and pussy, he would then rub both the ass and pussy. His fingers enjoyed touching the pussy more than he expected and he continued to massgae her. She suddenly got turned on and he felt the pussy get wet. He felt the wetness on his finger and tasted it. The young. I was already dizzy with desire and hard with my lust. Bringing the panties to my face, I slowly inhaled, allowing her intimate fragrance to titillate my olfactory senses. The seductive power of her scent ripped through me, much like a whiff of ammonia. I felt it climb up into my nose, seeming to pass through some impossible route, directly into my frontal cortex. I fell back, clutching her panties to my nose, unthinking, a mass of jangling, unstable sexual neurons, randomly discharging like. When they heard this, they all became quiet, eager to hear my answer.“Of course,” I said. “And, maybe next time I’ll see if I can do something different for you boys.”More awe and wonder and murmuring between the six men.“When? How soon?”“How soon can you boys come back up here with wallets full of cash?”“How about next Saturday?” one offered. The others all agreed.“That is entirely up to our generous host,” I said, looking to Blaise.“Same time next Saturday it is,” he said.Blaise’s friends. "She said, "Well, if I was a little younger, and not your mom, you'd be in trouble."I said, "I wouldn't be in trouble, you'd be the one in trouble mom."That was when I started drawing her from memory, and from imagination. I drew her in the white bathing suit, and turned it into a string bikini, which clearly showed the darkened circles of her nipples. And then I drew her asleep on the lounge chair, without the string bikini. And then there were a hundred different pictures of her in every.