Smack, smack!Each time she slapped my bottom, I could feel my pussy quiver. I could feel the release of the endorphins. I wanted more…‘Not too har... for you?’‘God, no! I think you’re going to make me cum!’She laughed, and gave me another dozen harder smacks.‘I think that’s enough, you naughty girl. Spanking you has made my pussy very wet, so I’m going to have to lick you. The question is, do I lick you naughty, or lick you nice?’‘What’s licking me naughty?’‘Lie face down on the bed, with your. ” I took a breath. “So are you finished? You’ve been busting your butt all day.”“Yeah, I guess, unless there’s something else you want me to do.” As she ran down the list of what she’d done, my dick twitched because I could think of some things I’d like her to do, but the twitch was not so much that she would notice. My mind was running movies all on its own.“No, I mean there weren’t real instructions. You cleaned the floors, did the dishes, wiped and scrubbed all day.” I got up to deposit my. The newcomers acted exactly the way you would expect crooks to react. All three dashed behind the bar and pushed the bartender out of the way. They slapped shotguns on the bar; they had been carrying the shotguns on slings under their dusters. The bartender prudently ran through the doorway into the restaurant and slammed the door closed. I heard a bar fall across the door. That bartender was certainly no fool!There was a shout from outside, "OK, GRIDLEY, I AM MARSHAL SLOCUMB OF HADLEYTOWN!. Within minuets Mary was at the door, and one by one we followed her down stairs to where or wives and the black men were.Embarrassed beyond words I and the others entered the large Ballroom, my legs trembling with abashment Mary gave me a drinks tray, and I slowly began to make my way around the room.?You address the black men as Sir, and all the women as Miss, including you own wife?, Mary instructed me as I made my way.Nervously I made my way towards where Mel was standing with Dwayne by her.