Fred finished his coffee and headed upstairs to nap.Now I know what ‘dragging ass’ means, giggled Mouse.What’s next for us then? Tink asked.I th...nk we should talk with this Ping lady then spend some more time south of the border. I want to stir up the Cartels, Linda said.Linda went up to her room and called Ms. Ping Lady. “Hello, my name is Linda Spencer. Fred Jackson asked me to call you.”“Oh! Hello, Linda. Please call me Diane. Yes, I do want to talk with you and discuss how Ping can help. She heard that and blurted out, "Well, then, that's simple to solve. Take your belt off and keep spanking me harder until you get me to use the safe-word. Then you'll know how much it takes." So, she found herself looking at the dining room table's centerpiece, from a decidedly different angle than she'd seen it before. The whole thing seemed so abstract and academic when they were talking it over their morning bagels. But now... She had given her husband a license to whip her ass until she. But Pon wasn’t the least bit concerned as she passed me another beer and I sat back and enjoyed the drink with another smoke. She left to go to the bathroom and returned wearing a bathrobe and sat down with a glass of wine and lit up herself. I just gazed at her and felt I was lucky to be in her company, she was so sexy and so feminine, they way she held her wine glass, the way she smoked, she smiled a beautiful smile and was just so intoxicating. We smiled, kissed, chatted, drank and chilled. " Jesus! I've always wanted to fuck the woman in that picture."The other agent says, "I've masturbated, thinking of that picture."The senior agent laughs and confides, "What do you think I did when she left the van?" His hand simulates stroking his cock.The object of all this lust was 2 miles away, obediently bent over with her hands on a kitchen chair, as the serial rapists plunged his cock in and out of her pussy. Wonder Woman is in the midst of her third orgasm as she feels the rapist start.