Why do you think the law is bad?”In my own head it was simple: the law led to the ridiculous conclusion that we should not have saved Passion Mill, ...o the law had to be bad. I understood Lady Elizabeth would need more than that. I said, “I am not entirely sure the point of these laws. If someone manages to get themselves mated to a demon bride, we don’t stand in their way. That would be a good way to spend a lot of energy fighting demons, and sacrificing your soul tends to be a sufficient. ” I slid off her lap and stood up rubbing my bottom madly. I know my breasts were swaying as well but knew Sharon loved watching me do the spanking dance; and knew it was even sexier when I was naked. She told me so when making love. Sharon ordered. “Go to the cupboard and have a look in the mirror then.” I turned, eager to see just what colour my bottom was. I went to the full length mirror, turned, and gasped when I saw how red my bottom was. “See there, Ruth, that’s how red I will be making. So when He mentioned that he would be driving through our area last Sunday, despite having a bit of a hectic weekend plans wise, we were determined to try to finally get together in person. Iris was excited and it showed. She had a certain glow about her all day. A bit about her: In her late forties she still turns heads, blonde, 5'8", leggy, perfectly shaped b cup boobs with an ass to die for. Oh and a sexual appetite that keeps me well satisfied. He had called to say that based upon his GPS. Those looks cause me to become aroused like nothing else, and yet, he's never touched me in an "inappropriate" way. And those looks, I just know, are not meant for me to notice, but I do. Oh, do I ever.Sometimes I feel like I'm on a damned pedestal and I hate it. I fucking hate it! I mean, if just having him look at me makes me feel so aroused that my panties are soaked through and through, what would his touch do to me? I almost believe that if he touched me in a sexual way, even kissed me.