“Tonight,” he said on a sigh, looking at her in the mirror.“Tonight,” she confirmed once more.------------------------------------------------...he was glad to be stepping inside, even if it wasn’t much warmer than the winter’s night outside. The loud and boisterous music was an assault on the ears, and the smell of all sorts of different alcohols mixed in together was a hard hit to the nose. She battled through the music and the smell, figuring that she’d soon acclimate herself to her new. I suppose I may have to actually thank her for her foresight.”“Well, sir, I have it on good authority—Alexander Graham Bell’s technology—that the Phoenix Carters, including Stacey Carter, will be in town next weekend. Don’t you just love private airplanes?” she said, laughing. “Oh and Stacey will be piloting the bird herself.”My look said it all, I was sure.The Ellisons did the pickup at the airstrip. My two bedroom apartment wasn’t large, but it did have a small patio and a decent kitchen. And. The source of the farms water was a very deep Artesian well. The well was tapped by a four-inch continuously coupled black iron pipe over eleven hundred feet long. Since Artesian wells are under pressure from the rock around them, there was no need for a pump. The wellhead was in a small concrete building that was filled with a maze of pipes and valves. The pressurized water went from the wellhead toward the house through one set of pipes and into large underground tanks through another.The. Slap!I gave her another light spank. Slap! "Didn't you ever get spanked growing up?" Ouch! Sometimes my Mom would spank me when I was naughty."SLAP! This one was a bit harder. "Did she spank you on the bare?" SLAP"Oh, that hurts." She complained. "Yes on my bare bottom sometimes. Mostly just over my panties." SLAP! A little harder this time.My cock was stiffening as I questioned the young naked black girl. "So, your father never spanked you?" SLAP!"I never said that he never did it. It was only.