When the pot was half filled with water she snarled, "Fuck it" and turned the water off, sat the pot down and stomped back into her bathroom.Ann took ... quick shower and dressed for the day. She put on jeans and a western shirt. On the way out of her house she put on her boots. She looked at herself in the mirror on the hallway door as she passed. "Not bad for an old Broad," she though.A few minutes later Ann walked into the café in Steelville. The friendly morning roar died as everyone watched. "My knees were shaking as I put my keys into my purse and slung it over my shoulder. I followed two steps behind her as we walked down the hall and waited for an elevator. When the elevator doors started to open, I must have jumped."Relax," she whispered as we went inside.There were two guys in it, who I knew casually from the health club, and I stared at the lights indicating the floor numbers as we rode down in silence. When the doors opened, Angela stepped outside, and I stood for a second. It kind of killed the sexual atmosphere that we created, so I pulled my wet fingers out of her wet pussy. My God, so much wetness. I held my fingers to my nose. It stunk, I mean it really stunk. The guy that dropped her off must have fucked her. Damn, sure killed the mood for me. I said that I was going to the men's room and would be right back. I had to wash my hands, they smelled nasty.When I got back, I told John I was ready to go. As we were getting ready to leave, she asked us if we could. Hers, which she made herself with her Master's guidance, was a formidable-looking tool of punishment; its blade measured fourteen inches in length, four inches across, and a quarter inch thick. Three rows of four holes were drilled into the board; one side was smooth, and the other side was lined with small sharp metal studs that were like the ends of nails. It was a masterpiece of discipline, which Frelic had been proud to use on Thissle's bare bottom countless times. And tonight, she would.