I rub my face in my hands. ‘Your finger prints were on the murder weapon, El.’ She stands up, frustrated. ‘Seriously? You still think I’m the ...ne that did it? Someone framed me, doorknob.’ ‘Either way you’re involved and I want answers.’ I stand up, towering over her. She glares up at me, folding her arms over her breasts as she takes a few steps backwards. ‘If you really believe that I killed your best friend why am I standing in your house right now?’ Cause your pussy’s worth killing for. . "Did I give you permission to move your mouth?" she asks.Tim shakes his head no."Well just for that, I'm gonna have to punish you by spanking you." she says.Steph puts her legs down and reaches out to Tim. She grabs him placing him over her legs lining his ass and cock up with her pussy. She then grabs her whip and slaps his ass."You may speak now. Count each spanking I give you and thank me for them." she says.Steph slaps Tim's ass again and he starts counting out each slap, thanking her each. Within minutes the man was fucking Karen. Karen was screaming in excitement and pleasure. I felt I had to also so I striped down. The man did a little foreplay then pulled of his clothes. His dick was small and he slid it in me and started to fuck me. It only took about two minutes for him to fill my pussy with his sperm. Again, I was not fully satisfied.The next day I told Karen about my dissatisfaction with sex and that I thought I was messed up. She said that it was not my fault and that. ." Barbara owns a series of ... boutiques; I guess you could call them ... They're all over the country; Miami, New York, Chicago, Las Vegas, Los Angeles. She sells high-end clothes to women who have lots of money and the physical attributes to wear those clothes well. I mean the kind of stuff you wouldn't dare wear with a bra and panties. You know; a dress with the back so low you moon every one you walk past, a neckline down to your bush and side slits up to the hipbone ... that kind of.