He was surprised when she unzipped the dress alittle and then filled the cups of the cami with some padding, quickly zippingit up again and looking at...him with approval. "And now the final touch, puckerup!" He did it without thinking and she produced a red lipstick which shequickly and accurately applied. "Hey! Too much," he jokingly exclaimed."Couldn't resist it, you look so smashing it was the finishing touch. Now whatdo you think?"She turned him and in the mirror he saw two girls in tennis. "People leaned forward even farther and waved at others around them to hush."Chantal and the governor are offering two hundred thousand dollars for her savior to come forward, so that she can thank him."The picture changed suddenly and there was Chantal, tall and lovely as usual, with a bevy of microphones almost obscuring her face as she spoke."His car was damaged in the act of saving my life," she said dramatically. "We feel we owe it to him to offer some token of our gratitude. People who. She screamed so loud she could have been heard for miles around. He watch her as she shook her tits from side to side trying to ease the pain in her nipples. Watching her shake her beautiful tits thrilled him making his cock start to come to life again. When she started to settle down he struck her with the can across her ribs under her tits. He got the same results as the first lash of the cane. He did not wait as long to land the third blow across her stomach. Between screams and crying. The wetness oozing from me made the moment effortless. I needed it to be like that too as he had completely exhausted me, my breathing was heavy and panting.For a few minutes he continued a very deliberate, steady rhythm of slipping in and out of me. Slowly he picked up the pace and we started pushing together faster. One of his hands held both of my wrists tightly, pulling my arms behind me, using them as leverage so that our bodies would slam together with more force. The other hand reached.