SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I continue for another thirty seconds. At exactly six minutes since I had begun I stop. Rita sobs once again but this time more ...uietly than before. I again gather more of her slick juices from her pussy and smother them once again onto her cheeks while blowing cool air over them. “You took that well,” I tell her. “Thank you,” Rita replies, to my surprise. I never expected her to say that to me after I have just punished her bottom the way that I have. “Stand up in. Over the top of that, a black tutu skirt, which I slide up over my stockings and knickers, so the tops are just poking out under the hem.I sit down so I can slide my stockinged feet into my heels. I wrap the band around my ankles and pull the clasp so it is tight around my nylons. Once they are both on, I stand up and totter over so you can get a closer view. My heels clip on the floor and you run your hands up my legs, over my caged clit.Some finishing touches, a black lace necklace with my. She wanted to make him cum faster than anyone else had ever made him cum, and she found that to be an odd goal that she didn’t even care about. He started thrusting into her throat. ‘Fuck.’ He repeated, his voice cracking slightly. She smiled inwardly, knowing he was close, but he quickly pulled out of her. She looked up at him, confused, but he ignored the look and nearly picked her up, lying her on the bed. ‘Are you a virgin?’ He asked, rubbing her still-sensitive clit. She shook her. Frankly I was occasionally going stir-crazy and sort of feeling neglected. When I worked, I enjoyed the men watching me walk past and even though I was management, received many compliments and covert date requests, which I never accepted. You may presume I have a slight exhibitionist streak and I was beginning to miss being approvingly noticed.A late 20s’ just over 5 and half feet tall and about 120 pounds this white wife wore a b+ bra and my husband loved me wearing short skirts and being.