Making my hands and feet and senses get this little airplane to do it ... I’m sweating.An hour’s enough.I guess my expression was a bit of a givea...ay.“Was it too much?” Matt asked.“No, just different. I guess I’m one of those spoiled girls – I’m used to being capable ... I didn’t feel capable.”“You did super for your first lesson.”“They make it look easy,” I said.“The more you do it, the easier it gets. Some of it’s making it reflexive – getting conscious thought out of it. When you walk, you. ” I look at her fire red eyes as she smiles and walks away.“You do not touch her again,” I order still holding him against the wall. “If you touch her again, not even god or Satan will find your body or soul.” I let him go as he runs away in fear.What just came over me?Seven years ago... You are such a good boy, Mrs. Atwood observes as I finish washing the dinner dishes.The Atwood’s are an older couple living in an older neighborhood in a small house. They seem more like grandparents due to. " No, it's not just OK, Jason. It's perfect. Perfect for a nice spanking, don't you think?"Jason's heart jumped into his throat as she patted him more firmly. He didn't know how to answer. He had secretly fantasized about a spanking, but was afraid of another painful session with Cecilia's belt. He shuddered with both fear and arousal, not knowing what exactly she was planning to do to him.She stopped, placing her hand more firmly against his right buttock."Answer me please. Don't you think. I was rock hard which was only adding to the difficulty. I didn’t bother with my shirt at all and as I removed my underwear to reveal my bare cock she spread her cheeks with both hands in anticipation. As I slipped inside her I was filled with her warmth as if my whole body was wrapped up inside her. With every thrust I could feel my scrotum slam against her wet pussy and with that she moaned each time. I wanted it to last forever but I knew it couldn’t. I slapped her ass to feel her pussy.