I gave her a nasty, cold stare, pulled it back and slapped it hard against the wall. It cracked like a rifle shot. She jumped and squealed. Her face t...ned beet red and she yanked against her restraints.“Maybe this one.” I pulled out the riding crop. Short, mean, in horsehide, it was an excellent punishment tool and the one Mistress Diana taught us to use in New York. In fact, this was one I bought there and Andy had felt it when we were in training. She recognized it and gave me a knowing. ” she said, nodding at the back door. “Yeah, I should get back to painting.” I said, “Nice to meet you.” She just smiled as she slipped out the door. I went back into the bathroom and picked up my paintbrush. I was painting around the window, and not just because I could watch Jessie as she paced in the backyard. I was trying to cut around all the little details with the brush so that I could cover everything one time with the paint roller. However, this was detailed work and it was made. Hers were perfect. Her lovely round globes, heavy and swaying, yet just retaining a character of their own and a stubborn resistance to gravity. Her nipples were large, pink and stiff with a sprinkle of goose bumps around her areolae. Judy climbed on the bed and inched towards him. Matt’s cock was like a radio aerial, standing to attention, as he attempted to comprehend the sheer sexual presence of his sultry host. As she straddled his left leg with her knees planted in the bed, he could see. I ran to my bedroom, tore off my clothes, and put on a short house coat, I knew he would be able to see me with ease, and I went back and opened the front door.I was so glad to see he liked what he saw, "Can I borrow a bottle opener", he asked? I was wanting more, like an invite to join them, but he clearly was not going to ask me in, so I went to my kitchen drawer and found the opener he wanted, and handed it to him, as my coat opened up and he stared at my breasts and pussy.I made no effort.