Leaning on the foot of the bed, she bent over, spread her legs and lifted her ass -- inviting me to deliver the desired punishment. “Take it,” she...whispered wiggling her upturned ass seductively, “take it and do what you want to do so badly.” Sliding off the bed, I grabbed the the tube of KY jelly from the table next to the bed and picked up the paddle. I was going to need the lubricant shortly, but first I was going to give Joanne the spanking of her life. Standing behind her I talked to her. Rubbing my fingers over my wet pussy lips and slapping my clit.I then moved and climbed back onto the bed, throwing my leg over his lap and sitting down just behind his cock. It stood 11 inches tall and throbbing hard right in front of my pussy. Its big head reached to my belly button and I swiftly wrapped my hand around the pulsing fuck stick. I slowly began to work my hand along the giant length, running my fist from the bulging head of his cock down to the base, feeling his balls bang. I will never forget the first time I saw Lateshay in person. At the time, I berthed Bustin’ Out at the far south end of Mermaid Cove Marina, in a quiet, almost cloistered corner amid the countless combs of piers and wharfs. The security was top notch—there were several former federal security service blue coat types, with a few burr headed ex-military guys in the mix. I was sitting at the stern, smoking a nice brisket on the grill, sipping a large Cuba Libre, sporting my junked up, sweat. “See how you affect the children?” Jill complained.When we got in the car, Cindy listened while I laid out my plan.“Are you hard?” she asked, reaching over to feel around in my lap.“Not yet, you hussy!” I laughed.Things started going off plan as soon as we got to my house. It was January, and the car hadn’t warmed up from the short trip. Plus we both froze our tails off as we ran from the car to my house. While I got the brown sugar, Cindy decided the car would be too cold, and took off her.