Mrs. Parker could see Melissa's ass starting to glow pink as her son spanked it. She was becoming so horny that she slid her hand down her workout pa...ts and began fingering her pussy. Matt paused from slapping Melissa's ass and started to rub it. He slowly rubbed her cheeks and then moved his hand closer to her ass crack. Melissa felt his fingers sliding down her ass. She opened her legs a bit wider and pushed her butt up higher as Matts fingers approached her pussy. Filled with a burning. “You are right, Master Brock,” the grown man often called them Master because the girls said it so often. “I don’t know what I was thinking. It was petty of me to want to make my ex-wife jealous,” he shrugged.“I am not saying it is petty. If you can put 800 roses on the table today as a deposit and 800 when you return her that should cover the cost of her re-training. We just have some conditions,” Brock said.Jonathon picked up when Brock stopped talking and said that every hour on the hour he. I smiled thinking about it, pretending I was listening to a lecture about linguistics. The professor misinterpreted my small smile and half closed eyes, and looked at me bewildered but with his own smile. This amused me more. My smile got bigger. Classes went on and on, and now I was looking at my study partner in my room. She flipped a page in her thick hardcover book, mulling over the literature of the 1800's. I reached behind my stereo to pull out a cassette, and inserted it into the. As Hafsah turned around to shut the door, Patrick had playfully spanked Hafsah's ass. Hafsah soon locked up the house and left in Patrick's car.The journey to the cabin took about an hour and a half. Patrick looked to the beautiful Pakistani Muslim housewife sitting next to him and he had a smirk on his face. Hafsah had noticed and she was blushing. Soon they had arrived at the checking in desk. At the desk was a young blonde lady who smiled at Patrick as she gave them the cabin key. This drove.