She was delicious. “Please Sam! More!” At her utterance he raised his hand and spanked her upturned cheeks. “I said patience!” She seemed s...ocked into silence, but the trickle of cum down her leg gave away her feelings towards his domination. He grinned, so many things he could do with her. Again, he ran his fingers from her clit backwards and her legs shook. He was trying very hard to stay in control whilst she was so responsive for him. This time, instead of drawing her juices back with. Elsewhere, I found out that Dayyev had just held his first large exhibition, and had been permitted to show the sketches and drawings he’d made of the Royal family, mostly of Amanda and Vicki growing up. He wasn’t allowed to show the private collection, showing the real Amantil with the dark hair though, just the ones made of her with the blonde disguise.The exhibition was a major success and he’d made a fortune in Royals from the copies of the actual drawings, as well as sales of the genuine. "I will execute sentence this time. Bring thepaddle to me."I walked over and handed him the paddle. "Lay across my lap", he commanded, and I stretchedmyself out over him."Remember to count each one or I will start over. And, if you make me stop, we begin again. Doyou understand?" Yes," I answered weakly, and he began."One, Two, Three..." My ass was already burning from the first spanking. Each stroke seemed toexplode against the flesh of my cheeks. Of course, Mr. Ericson could spank. I stroked him like that for several minutes with no progress. Then strange thoughts filled my head.I started thinking if he came as much as I thought he was going to then he would probably get some on my blouse. When I stopped stroking to actually take my shirt off my son watched closely. I explained to him what I was doing and he still looked like he had a hard time believing it. With my tits bare I started stroking him again, nice and slow.Before long I felt his hand reach up and feel my tit..