I stopped and again rubbed her then lowered her panties to her knees. “Did my Sexy Mama like her spanking?” I asked. Indian sex Around four in the morning I awakened, Martha looked so fresh and innocent, my cock sprang to attention. When she ceased her moaning I inserted another bulb. At home we sat in the living room, I started, “Why Martha?”
She knew, knew what I was alluding to, “Chris, I’m so sorry to have disappointed you but I told you how difficult it is for me to stay away from it; you’re going to spank me, aren’t you?”
“I promised you that, so, yes, you’ve got a spanking coming.”
She got up and started walking toward the bedroom, “Can I keep my panties on, maybe you’ll want to hobble your little filly so she can’t get away,” there was sadness in her voice. Martha was still a handsome woman, impeccably dressed and groomed, her hair always styled and stylish, her nails perfectly manicured, her faint amount of make-up
