Soon she was tied with her arms raised and spread, her feet just able to stand on the ground, her bottom - and the rest of her lovely body - fully on ...isplay.Now Joan used one of the cats to "warm up" Tami, striking her a good two dozen strokes, mostly on her rounded bottom, but also around onto her front and even a couple that I am sure struck her breasts. Tami jerked and made some small cries, but otherwise made no attempt to stop the punishment. Then Nate moved in with the four foot lash. He. Usually they just popped the trunk and hauled ass the moment Joanna closed the trunk after she unloaded her own bags. Yet besides being a woman this driver acted like she was delivering an actual person and not a package. As her door was opened for her Joanna was surprised to see both her parents come out to greet her.--Even more surprising was the fact her mother wasn't wearing her uniform. Her mother had pretty much lived in maid uniforms for all of Joanna's life. Working pretty much twenty. My cunt was feeling very moist. He still hadn’t even looked at my leg. I turned over to lie on my chest. Paul began to massage my leg. It felt so good. He spoke gently and was so good at explaining all the fine little details of what my injury was. I tried hard to listen but all the time I was mesmerized by his touch and his voice. His touch was so gentle, yet erotic. Even though I knew he was just doing his job, I couldn’t ignore the growing sensation between my legs. I was jolted out of my. ”“Baby, for the next little while, maybe you can pretend that I am that big breasted slut Mrs. Smith that you’ve been jacking off to for so long. Make her yours, only this time, don’t waste all that cum of yours, let her drink it for you. I’ll pretend to be Mrs. Smith and I want you drink your cum and have you make me do nasty things to your cock. Please baby!”“Is anything off limits mom?”“What do you mean honey?”“Can I ask you to do anything?”“Of course baby, anything you want. After all, Mrs..