I got the bedroom straightened out, did some grocery shopping and had the house ready for my wife’s return with no trace that Leanna had ever been t...here well in advance of her return. We went back to our noon time dalliances and got a hotel room here and there on a side credit card that I had the bills sent to work so it was covert. A lot of times we just had lunch and then kissed and cuddled like high schoolers sitting in the back seats of our cars. We had to be careful though, one time. I think you are in perfect shape, you have a really nice body.”“Easy for you to say, Leah. You used to be a model and I don’t think anyone would mistake you for a man.”“What do you mean?”“Especially from behind, I get mistaken for a girl more than I would like.”“Oh, that’s because of your beautiful, long, blonde hair. And don’t get any ideas about cutting it, I love it. Don’t worry about a thing. You’re young. Enjoy it while you can. I was a scrawny teenager when I was your age and look. Her stepmother grabbed it, tore open the envelope and read it withmounting rage, her hands trembling. “So,” she said quietly, after a long pause. “So, now it’sdisciplinary problems, huh? Do you know, do you have any idea how fuckingmuch it costs us to send you to that twat’s preening pit?! You bitch, youcunt, you ungrateful fucker . . . ” she was screaming now. “I’ll give you disciplinary problem, you fucking bitch!” Herstepmother had her by. Was it really pleasure? I shouldn’t like that, but she seemed to. She reached into his pants begging for his cock. She held it in her hand and looked up at him like a child asking for cake. He called her “bitch” and the fool kissed him again. She led him to the couch. He had her lay on his lap so he could spank her. She begged him to punish her. Why? What did she do wrong? For being so horny all the time, maybe. He spanked her hard before jamming his fingers into her pussy and her anus. But he.