Cully, Tommy bought me a pair of pink panties too, didn’t you, Tommy?”“Yes-I-did.”Like a damn robot, like the one on “Lost in Space.”“I ...ike my panty collection. I have everything organized in our bedroom, in my lingerie drawer, don’t I, Tommy?”“Yes-you-do.”I had no room to talk, none. But, at least I could admit it. Yes, I wanted over there on one hand, and on the other I was wary. Would I be able to function once in position? How hard should I hit, I mean spank the little dickens? Panties up,. But he wouldn’t let me. He pulled my hands above my head as he slid in between my legs. I could feel his cock grow and lean into me. Coop tied my hands to something but I couldn’t see. All I knew was my hands couldn’t move. His hands returned to my panties and my legs. He kissed me all over. He kissed my lips and my neck, he made his way down to my breasts and he sucked on them until it was just too much. His hands never stopped and I needed it, now. ‘Cooper, please’ I pleaded. ‘I can’t handle. "Oh, hi Phil," she replied, caught a little off-guard, and not sure whether her husband could hear her or not. "Just a minute and I'll call..." I don't want to talk to hubby," Agard laughed mysteriously. "I've got another job for you baby." I don't want another job," she hissed into the phone. "You tricked me the other night, but that was the last time. I don't ever want to have anything more to do with your dirty business." Oh, really?" drawled Agard self-confidently. "Wouldn't you even like. He felt the underwire of her bra and swell of her petite breasts through the fabrics of his trousers and her cotton blouse as they rested on the side of his leg. Her kilt rode up and exposed her ass with two red raised welts criss-crossing on either side of her white cotton briefs. Gingerly, he ran his palm over the smooth skin, feeling the raised welts she had suffered from the ruler. His other hand lightly grasped the back of her neck, keeping her supine over his knees while he continued to.