She simply took thepanties and pulled them up over her shapely legs and slipped the dressover her head as if she had done it a thousand times.Yes, she...knew in the hidden part of her mind she was a girl and shetrusted me. We were crossing the line.Now it's important to understand Billie did have hair on her body andalthough it was fine it was visible on her pretty legs and arm pits.Also, as much as I enjoy the process I've come to realize each girl isdifferent. Not every one of them will go. If I were 20 years old now I would definitely experiment sexually with a much wider range of women, frankly including those who didn't particularly turn me on.What I mean by this is in the past I automatically looked for a certain type in terms of looks. What I would have been far far better doing was finding somebody who was much more in sync with my sexual appetites, and as we all know the women who turn us on come in all shapes and sizes.Also isn’t there hypocrisy in the argument about. Before I knew what was happening I felt her strong hand spank my backside. She rained blows down on my cheeks repeatedly telling me how she loved sluts who liked pain and how she could tell I was a complete whore.Her hand moved away and she then replaced it with a paddle. She told me she was going to give me 10 strokes with the paddle. She started to count each one as she beat my arse black and blue. It was agony and I was itching to use to the safe word but desperate to please her by not doing. Running seventh is Maria's Shadow and Cotton Candy is eighth."Maria's heart dropped. Her horse had not broken well and halfway through the first turn was already trailing by almost eight lengths."Come on baby, come on!" she heard Jimmy urging under his breath, his grip on her buttocks tightening to the point of pain.He glanced over at her with a look of disapproval as if to say she was not doing enough to bring the horse to victory. Maria could think of nothing to do or say until Jimmy's finger.