My wife said nothing as he had her bra pulled away from her nice size tits. He then cupped her breast with his hand as my wife began to suck on his co...k even harder. He massage her tits for a few minutes when he now quietly slid his hand down to her slacks. I didn't think she would let him go any farther, but he was able to unbuttoned them. The next thing I seen was his hand right at the top of my wife’s panties. His hand now disappeared into my wife’s panties. My wife’s body jerked as his hand. ”She could recall Miss Roberts' menu, she'd read it so often. It provided a solid framework for any crisis.“Your choice reflects well on you. Sore legs will keep you on your toes,” Miss Roberts said.The level-headed career girl had chosen stiff discipline. Her sensitive, caned legs would feel vulnerable under her gorgeous short dress. “Shall we begin?” Rising, Miss Roberts led her to the familiar, adjacent study. The huge pine desk welcomed her to her ordeal. Standing before the desk in her. .." She coyly returned."Shit, I'll pay ANYTHING just please, give me more!" I called out."How much have you got on you?" She asked, walking over to my handbag that's been laying on the floor beside me."Just my pay packet from work." I replied.She bent down and picked it up, pulled out my wallet, letting my bag drop to the floor.I looked on as she opened it up and pulled out my wad of cash. She dropped my wallet and began counting out my money."-60 -80... -20 - 40- 60- 80... -20 -40 -Holy shit. I found them quite appealing, which surprised me. I never thought obesity could be attractive. From that Saturday they became regulars for lunch and usually sat in the same area as I did. I began to look forward to seeing them and found I was disappointed if they were late or, as on a couple of occasions, didn’t show up at all. It was part of my weekend entertainment. I began wondering what they would look like if they were to shed that extra weight. It became a game at first. They would arrive.