It was mutual and loving, and it just felt right. Even as we let our lips apart again twenty seconds later, neither of us could speak.We just glanced ...t each other's tits again and increased our grips on each other. That got us to rattle also and giggle, but we still didn't actually speak. My pussy was already drenched, but I felt some juice escaping my panties, so I knew I loved what we were doing.I didn't know why, but I was sure our mutual distaste of Charlotte played a role. After another. The figure stops, slowly putting his arms up. There is an uncomfortable moment of silence as we both stand there, neither of us quite sure what to do next. To be honest, I do not have a gun. But I want this burglar to think that I have, if only so that I could keep him from killing me, running off and/or something.As I walk over toward the light switch, I sense that the burglar is a little smaller than I would have expected. And he appears to be panting or breathing heavily, as if he is just as. “Let me demonstrate what I think could be helpful for you. First is this old riding crop.”Then I felt her hit me on my upper thighs and on my exposed penis and balls. “It is good to keep his attention while you are spanking him. Another one is this old large wooden paddle with holes in it. This one was used in the old school house.” She gave my poor exposed bare bottom several whacks with it. The paddle really stung a lot.She proceeded to demonstrate all of the paddles and other assorted. ’ I felt something firm but supple press against my back and as I looked down the arms that surrounded me were most definitely not a man’s. From the fullness that pressed against my back I could easily have been dreaming, the supple flesh that caressed me could only be that of Sally, I hadn’t seen anyone as built as her around, the hard nubbins of her nipples gave me hope that some day when I could stick around she’d feel up to….I gulped air instantly… My thoughts were abruptly taken.