She knew she was close, she was building up, but she needed more.Finally Stacy kissed her, fully, open mouth, tongue extended, hard and passionately. ...rapping her arms around the blonde, she kissed back just as hard, sucking and licking the other tongue like she would a cock. Now Stacy moaned.They kept at it like this for another few minutes, feverishly working tongue and lip, expressing their desire for each other, building up the tension and excitement. Finally Betty pushed Stacy's hand off. He waked behind her and once more picked up the crop. He spanked her another 20-30 times, her body shaking with every hit, her tits bouncing, the weights surely hurting more and more with every bounce. Then he plunged his fingers into her pussy. You could see just how wet her pussy was, his fingers gliding in easily. Before long his entire fist was fucking her soaking wet hole. Her moans muffled by the gag in her mouth, her eyes told the feelings going through her better than any moaning could.. ‘Will you be joining us for dinner, sir?’ she asked. ‘Yes,’ John said. ‘Damn, her voice sounds familiar, too,’ he thought. ‘You’d think I could remember a the name of a girl that pretty.’ ‘How many in your party?’ the hostess inquired. ‘Just me,’ he replied. ‘Please, follow me,’ the hostess said. She started walking across the dining room and John followed her. While they moved through the restaurant, John caught the hostess studying his face. Apparently he looked familiar to her, too, and she. ” I say, emphasising my control with a stinging slap to her left buttock, leaving a deep red print across her pale flesh as she whimpers, both from the slap and the discomfort of blood returning to her leg. I keep my tight grip on her ankle as she tries to buck me off, her soccer-player’s muscles able to deliver a powerful jolt but not enough to prevent me retying first her right leg then her left to the bottom of the bed, leaving my little red haired cutie spread-eagled on the bed with no more.