Only after a careful reconnaissance of the kitchen counters, and a quick tiptoe trip back into the bedroom, did he began to get mad."I know it's the c...ats," he murmured to himself, "I know one of you bastards has my keys." He went back into the livingroom and started taking everything off the couch and coffee table, piling the stuff in the middle of the floor. Only after removing and checking under the cushions did he concede that the keys weren't there.Next, he checked both end tables, the. She was then verbally berated and severely punished. The suffering she endured must have been traumatic enough for her to be repulsed by any thing remotely sexual. The events that took place after my caregiver left the house must have rekindled her old flame of desire and ignited a storm of lust and passion that coursed through her like a wild fire that could not be extinguished. "Holy crap." I chuckled to myself. "I got to get out of this bed, I'm starting to sound like a poet. Too much time. She sister was lying by the pool too tanning and her parents were both at work, so I knew we were gonna have some fun. She heads to her room to change and I wait in the kitchen. She yells down – “Jon… Come up here!!!”I head upstairs and she wanted me to pick out which one she should wear. I pick out this sexy yet simple white bikini. I needed to change too. We head to the pool and I immediately jump in. “Holy Fuck its cold!” I say shivering.Maria sits at the edge of the pool and just has her. ‘That’s so sweet. You get a reward for that.’ Clara, her lips tracing the edges of Amy’s beautiful boobs, looked up with expectation as a smile spread across her quaint little face. ‘Get up, my little slut,’ Amy said. Clara did as she was told and stood up, her tight red dress crying out to be strewn upon the floor. Amy resisted the temptation and simply told Clara to turn away from her so she could get a better look at that ass of hers. Once Clara had turned around, Amy moved her right hand.