My hands finally touch her stockinged legs on either side of her calves with the sash stretched between. Lining up kisses starting on her thigh, just ...bove her knee. My hands and lips rising at the same rate. Kissing the bare skin between knickers and stockings at the same time as my hands caress past the sides of her knees.The ribbon sliding over her body. All the way up. Kissing up over her knickers where they cover her hip, across her tummy, around the side of her breast, lingering on her. It was almost like she were wearing a blindfold. He was still kissing her, and she was still yielding to him. His hand went up to her face, stroked her cheek, but then went to her neck. His large, strong hand encircled her neck, squeezing just a bit. For a split second she worried that he was going to kill her and leave her in this closet! However, the way he held her neck made her feel safe - as if he knew what he was doing.The kisses had become even more heated - their spit mixing around as. Before I knew what was happening I felt her strong hand spank my backside. She rained blows down on my cheeks repeatedly telling me how she loved sluts who liked pain and how she could tell I was a complete whore.Her hand moved away and she then replaced it with a paddle. She told me she was going to give me 10 strokes with the paddle. She started to count each one as she beat my arse black and blue. It was agony and I was itching to use to the safe word but desperate to please her by not doing. .he stroked his cock and said "More, Again" I spit on him again, and he thrust back into her ass. Diva, I k** you not, was throwing her head back and forth wildly, just moaning and talking gibberish. I stared at her pussy, watching it throb with every thrust, her pussy hole contracting open..closed..open..closed... her pussy lips starting to spread apart every time he pumped in and out. Ben spit on his thumb, and started rubbing her cunt (KNOWING I LOBE THIS) she became really still and I knew.