Amateur Wife Getting Spanked From Behind In Close-up View

We head to Fred’s favorite Italian restaurant. We dive through traffic. “Hello, I’m looking for the people that handle the HR for our Dallas restaurant group,” I tell the lady that answers the phone, wrong, but answers. “Where’s Mark?” I ask them. Come to think of it, she didn’t tell me your last name at all,” I say to her. “Kitty, here’s how I like to work. I ask that every lady we have please at some point today or tonight to put on their bathing suit and let me look. Here are our licenses,” I tell her as we both hand her our driver’s licenses. “Oh sir, I’m sorry we got disconnected, but I didn’t know how to call you back,” she says to me in a very nervous tone. She is gobbling the food down and taking big gulps of her Chianti in between bites.