Syn slammed down the phone, she was tired of the excuses, she knew he was dicking the blonde in the office, she wasn't stupid, and here she was fighti...g off the young males wanting to bed her. The more she thought about it the more it pissed her off, Syn took the job mainly because his hours grew longer and she was bored at home. She worked as a cop for thirteen years till she got hit in the shoulder taking a bullet , hubby had a fit and she retired early from the force. He wasn't to be home. For someone who enjoyed her own company a lot she still considered herself a people person and enjoyed meeting people .Knocking the door to Shirley's spare room she entered it to find him as requested face down on the couch with a discretion towel neatly placed on his torso as they done the standard small talk as she enquired was he warm enough . the air was filled with the scent of rosemary and a few well placed candles lit the room enough to see but dark enough to set the mood .Shirley had. “S-S-SW---Whomp-a-C-R-A-C-K” the pain Caroline felt in her butt was overwhelming. The wooden paddle swat had landed right on the lower butt cheeks outlined by her unladylike, naughty “notice me” visible panty line. The force of the swat hit with such intensity it lifted and separated her bottom crack he could see through her khaki skirt and white panty briefs.“Ouch, dam that smarts, loosen up on that swing, sir!” What the hell you can’t do that!” Caroline got her answer promptly and. It took an incredulous Lara a full second to understand what had just happened: on her way down, the tip of a large bough had slipped right between her breasts, and though she had been lucky to not be impaled, her tank top hadn't been so fortunate.“Oh, you've got to be kidding...” she muttered angrily.This was a custom-made tank top, very stretchable yet exceedingly strong, designed only to keep her very ample bosom relatively still while she performed whatever acrobatics made necessary by her.