Questions and a Sore Ass

SLAP!

"Argh!"

Stacy delivered another smack to Lana's bare ass cheek. Wendell was on all fours on Lane's bed, and Stacy stood to the side, still wearing Mrs. Reich and fully clothed. "You can grunt all you like," Stacy said in Mrs. Reich's aged voice, "but you're dripping. Sloppy bitch. Now, this guy, he didn't know your name?"

"Ugh. No, he just sold me the thing." Wendell spoke through a grimace.

"Well...I don't see how this could be traced back to us. Think he could remember your face?" SLAP!

"Argh! Stacy..." Wendell said with Lana's mouth hanging open, "I'll be completely honest. I'm really into the spanking, but is this really the best time?" SLAP!

"Of course. Especially if someone is looking for this thing. We should enjoy it while we can." Stacy brandished the raygun. "Now, could he remember you?"

"I don't know. Maybe? It was daylight when he..." SLAP! "... sold it to me. Do you like these tits shaking when you slap my ass?" Wendell was having a hard time focusing.

"Yes I do," Stacy said, "but shh! I need to think." SLAP! "So what then? They're looking for some guy in glasses? That description matches half the campus. If somebody is looking for the ray, they won't come knocking on my door, and there's not a drop of evidence to link it to you, right? So," Stacy ran her finger along Lana's spine, "I think we're ok. There's no real guarantee he wasn't killed over something else anyway."

"Are you sure? I'm actually pretty worried."

Stacy leaned in and gave Wendell a gentle kiss on the lips. She cupped Lana's face with Mrs. Reich's hand. "I will handle it. You don't have to worry about a thing. Except..." Stacy pulled Lana's lower lip down, "following my instructions!"

SLAP!