"That's better slut" I replied.Karen then administered the twelve slaps as requested counting them out as she did so; her cheeks were now an angry red...colour, so I knew she had applied sufficient force."Turn around slut!" I ordered. She turned around and waited; her hairbrush was one that was oval shaped with wire teeth and made of wood. The back was smooth. "Now take your hairbrush and spank your nipples six times each with the plain back of the brush!" I demanded.As Karen raised the. I spent a little time on the internet afterward, looking for some pictures of the Santa Rosa parade. I found exactly what I wanted and realized at that moment that I didn't have a printer, so I couldn't print the picture I wanted. I bookmarked the links I'd found and took the laptop with me when I left.Dressed as nicely as I could, based on the limited clothes shopping I'd been able to do so far, I drove the Wangler to my ten am meeting. Lloyd McCoy was right about how easy close it was and how. Next, Tex placed his knob on Sam’s portal before pushing his knob into Sam’s crinkled star. On outstretched arms, Tex now hovered over Sam as his dick attacked Sam’s bum-hole ferociously. As Tex commenced hammering his cock into Sam’s rear end like a man possessed, Sam’s frame surrendered to Tex’s animalistic onslaught in a trancelike state of total rapture.Finally, when Tex’s body went into overdrive, Tex yelled, “Are yer ready for my spunk, boy?”“Fuck, yes,” Sam shrieked rapturously.Tex then. I made sure the three tails of the leather tawse covered both cheeks, which by now were juddering as her legs started to move. She seemed to grow quieter as the fourth blow landed, her eyes shut tight. Was that a slight moan? Was she beginning to find pleasure? Crack! Crack! Crack! She was kicking her legs now, crying out with every stroke. I stopped and her pelvis shuddered, and she moaned the words I wanted to hear:'No, don't stop. Please.'I knew she was close. I drew the jeans down and off..