She wasted no time in turning me over her lap to punish me.Slap! She started to spank my bare ass, letting it bounce a little before she delivered the...next slap.“So, you like spanking? Do ya?” She asked as the blistering continued.I wanted to blurt out, “YES!” but all I could gather was an, “I don’t know,” and that wasn’t good enough for her.She was slapping me harder, and with that, I became more aroused. The hard whacks of her hand making a crimson imprint on my backside and my pussy pressed. Sono venuto a proporre alcuni affari, con la persona che possiede la barca,” she spoke quickly.He looked down at her while clearly he did the mental translation. Mia could see he was taking in her condition: her toned shoulders, her abdomen with barely a crease even sitting, her tan, and attitude. It was all status. And probably his boss, whoever he was, was Italian? Could this even be Mafia?“Come,” he said and stood back.Mia stood up, with his eyes lasered onto her. She followed him to the. Ana took his pulse, pressure and temperature; while she flirted with him he remained like a deer caught in the headlights. Handing him a gown, she led him to a room where he waited for Doctor Ivy to complete her last patient. He tried to relax and read some of the magazines but was uncomfortable sitting nude with only the gown, the cold air blowing on his back did nothing to alleviate his discomfort. After 15 minutes Dr. Ivy arrived, her warm smile and soft talk seemed appropriate and she. Eventually the flesh began to swell. Jo suddenly decided that her pussy was definitely not up for anymore of his lovemaking, gentle or otherwise and quickly scrambled from under the covers and into the shower across the closed off passageway. Her nudity as she flashed across the hallway didn’t bother anyone in the home and besides the new hallway privacy door had been installed while Sydney had been away so no-one could see her heavy breasts or shaven pussy as she entered the bathroom. She felt.