"Stop it," she screamed."I'll stop when you agree to get dressed," Jordan informed her as he continued smacking her vigorously."God dammit," She screa...ed.Jordan persisted in spanking her soundly and she knew he fully intended to keep going until she agreed to get dressed. She struggled as her bottom turned pink and red from his harsh spanks. "What's it going to be Angel?" He asked after a minute or two when his hand began to hurt, "Should I get out the hairbrush?" And he continued spanking her. He pictured her long blond hair, modest use ofcosmetics, stylish clothes, and generally welcoming appearance. It wasno wonder he thought of her as his 'one and only' and his 'foreversweetheart'.His reverie was broken as someone across the street, walking in theopposite direction, hollered, "Yo, Magic Muffy or whoever you're supposedto be. Take your fruity ass somewhere else."Freddie increased his pace. He really wished Dianna had allowed him tobring along some of his regular clothes. He had. " So Janetgot under Mistress skirt and pulled down her panties. "Oh my god",she cried out in surprise. "Oh my god, what is that? Oh my God, thatis a cock, a real cock. Oh my God, I never knew, I never. Oh my God."She looked at me incredulous. "This can't be true. Oh my God, you gotfucked all the time by a real cock." Then she looked back at Mistresswho took this moment of total surprise to her advantage. Like in slowmotion I saw how she raised her hand behind the head of Janet whocontinued to. She wound the window down a touch and repeated her question. The small talk through her window lasted a while and didn't seem to mean a great deal until she said it was cold, and asked me if I wanted to hop into the passenger seat. I walked around the car and sat down.It was only then that I got a good look at her. She was attractive and I assumed she was in her mid to late 40's, but what was striking was that she was wearing a two-piece pyjama trousers and top set, and what appeared to be a.