But then she took the paddle from me.
Now I watched as Madame Dumont paddled his ass, much more ruggedly lesbian sister twin than I had dared, the blows coming down ferociously lesbian sister twin.
"Oooooooooh.... owwwww...." he lesbian sister twin cried out, squirming.
"Shut up lesbian sister twin and take it! Take it like a man! Not like a little pansy," she told him.
My eyes scanned their bodies as she stood behind him, turning his buns a vivid shade of deep pink.
Clad now only in garter and half-bra, hose and high heels, Madame Dumont looked strikingly svelte and graceful and elegant...
and extremely kinky!
I stepped behind her and slid my hand lesbian sister twin between her legs, as she craned her neck to look at me, her eyes sparkling with arousal.
"Oh my, that feels tres good," she purred, as I explored the thoroughly moist center lesbian sister twin of her femininity.
Id never been intimate with an older woman like this, and Madame Dumont, well into her thirties, was almost old enough to be my mother.
Now she lesbian sister twin finally dropped the paddle and went back to the drawer she had opened, removing from it a pair of handcuffs!
"Lets put these on him now lesbian sister twin, shall we?" she said, cuffing his wrists behind his back.
She went back to the drawer and took out what I could see was a jar of shortening, the type my mom used when she prepared apple pies.
Then she brought out something else.
I knew what it was right away, even though I had never really seen one.
You see them used in porn films sometimes and they
e called uttplugs.
I was certain what Madame Dumont had in mind for that plug as I watched her dip it into the jar of shortening.
"Could you hold open his buttocks for me, ma cherie?" she asked as I gladly spread them apart, exposing his hole.
