I just smiled and asked her to trust me. I slowly unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down her jeans. She was wearing black underwear. I slowly pulled her...jeans down and removed it. Her legs were fair and slim. She was wearing a silver anklet.I sat in front of her on the floor and placed both her legs around my shoulders. Her legs were on top of my shoulders and I started massaging her legs. I started pressing her legs and simultaneously kissing them. I started planting kisses on her feet and. I love your experience and knowledge, you have such a sense of strength and power about you. But I know that makes what we are doing so much dirtier in the eyes of convention and the rebel in me grows more excited to think that I am defying the world to be with you. I wonder what your wife will think when I finally steal you away from the life that you share with her. Will she be surprised about you and the babysitter or did she see me coming? Surely she must have noticed the chemistry between. You feel an urgent sense of loss until he has you on your side, he behind you, and you grasp his cock to bring him home again. His arms around you, tracing your body, cupping and cradling your breasts, your head on his, his manhood moving inside you with rhythmic persistence, you're on a cloud. You've never made love like this, but Damned if it isn't great! As you tense, he grabs your hips and pulls you tighter to him, giving you all he can reach, and you cum again...and again...and again. . ,,, she waited what seemed like minutes until the first of twenty struck her bare bottom. Danielle screamed out in reflex forgetting what Ron had told her moments earlier. "Tell me I just didn't hear this thief cry out," Ron said sternly. "I'm sorry," Danielle cried. "From now on, you will refer to me as Sir, understand?" Danielle nodded, then Ron unleashed the second swing of the paddle. Danielle bit her lip trying not to scream out. "Do you understand?" Ron asked again. "Yes Sir," Danielle.