"What do you think you are doing?"She blushed, looking up, but refusing to meet my eyes. "Nothing." You were staring at my cunt, weren't you?"She let ...o of my foot, crumpled up the discarded wrapper from her Snicker bar, and rushed to stand up, but I kept her pinned down with my foot. "Did I say stop?" N-n-no." Poor Paula's eyes widened like a man's at a Nascar race. She massaged my foot again, this time careful to look at my face or my foot, and keeping my legs together so that my panties. Memories of living there that she’d once cherished now seemed like perverted stains soiling her house. Taking her car keys she’d driven to the nearest hotel and booked a room for the night. When the man behind the desk had given her the room key she didn’t stay to listen to the usual spiel of what the hotel had to offer. It didn’t take long for her to make her way into the bar. She ordered a double vodka, straight up. Looking around the place she saw it was practically empty of people. As she’d. She moved away from his ass briefly, lapping at his taint and tight balls while keeping him trapped in her eyes. When she dipped back down again, she pushed on his legs, opening him up further, and slipped her tongue deeper into his ass.Rick groaned and let out an explosive breath. When one of her hands moved back to his cock, she slowly stroked her pointer finger and thumb up and down opposite sides, just brushing against the helmet at the top each time. The sudden increase in stimulation. Jones along with the caption, "Naughty wife - how many?" "25 - leather belt in top left drawer. Send pix" came the response from Mr. Jones. Wondering what was taking so long she finally couldn't stand it any longer and looked back. She whimpered when she saw me staring at her. She knew she fucked up. "That will double the punishment Mr. Jones suggested, my dear. I really don't think you will be sitting down for quite some time." I walked around to the front of the desk and took out the thick.