” The hem of my skirt was raised, placed over my back, even with my bottom so hot; I could feel the cool air above my stocking tops. My panties had ...lready been rolled down to just below stocking tops. Sue measured the leather tawse against my exposed cheeks, raised it, and started to methodically punish my bottom. The pain was exquisite. All too soon it was over, and her hands were caressing my bottom, gently rubbing, squeezing, and playing. “Stay bent over for me, sweetheart.” Her left hand. I was so happy to see her. I was really looking forward to it. But she hardly said a single word the whole way here. It was so tense. It was just about the last straw for me. I can't take this nonstop roller coaster ride anymore. I'm ready to snap. She doesn't love me, Mom! She doesn't love me!"With that, he lost all self control and started to cry.Susan stroked his back and hair with both hands while still tightly hugging him and said, "Hush, now, hush, you don't want her to hear. This house. She starts to awkwardly bounce while I go back and forward. The lust is too much for any rational thought. I don't care if any one can see us. My hands squeeze her ass harder, her breath quickens, turning more and more into moans rather than normal exhaling. With one hand, I free her other breast and my head burrows between her chest while I thrust into her. Tits bouncing, I try maddingly to suck and lick them as the train stops and we almost fall with the momentum. There is a guy standing at. Jenkins stood as silent as the grave in her habitual corner of the room. I was dressed and hair pinned and presentable. She handed me an envelope which I opened to find a sum of money the like of which I had never seen before. ‘You have clearly made an impression, Madeleine. You will give the money to me and I will ensure that it is placed safely for your future. None of the ladies of this house can work forever and a nest egg is essential for later life. Do not expect all your guests to be so.