Once standing, you take my hands behind my back and tie them tight and tell me to kneel."i want your fat ass in the air and head on the floor, now"I i...mediately fall to the floor and put myself in the required position.My legs apart, i feel your hand run over my arse, and you slap it several times.One booted foot right by my face, i hear you unbuckle your belt and know immediately what you are going to do.You start to slap my arse with your belt, soft, slowly you run the belt over my arse and. I was standing in shorts with towel in the hand right in front of her and it was also not unusual. Never felt shy without the shirt in front of her .As there were so many items to be put in the washing machine , bed sheets , covers and whole lot of stuff she asked me to separate my dresses which were to washed by hand. I did that and was conversing and helping with her about the loading . She was also speaking about me how I was lean and skinny and was recollecting how she bathed me a couple of. "I laughed, shakily. "I'm not sure that helps at all, but please, I want to hear it anyway."Jen giggled. "I'm sliding one finger over the outside of these white little panties. This are my favorite panties to wear when I masturbate, because the satin feels so good against my clit," she said. "Oh, and by the way, it's now 2:23." Geez," I breathed."Mmmmm," Jen continued. "Two fingers over the outside of my panties now. I can feel — eek" she said, "I can feel my clit getting harder, and I can feel. The next morning he picked me up as promise and took me to the beach inhis car. We warmed up and stretched together in what passed for runningoutfits on the Angels beach: me in a bikini with my hair tied back,Richard in a short pair of trunks and an athletic top. He started slowlyto match my pace. The cool sand in the clear morning was a differentfeel than running on the treadmill or outdoors in Quincy, and it gave mycalves a good workout. High-rise apartments to the East blocked the viewto the.