"Such a pretty little bottom," he said. "Wiggle it for me, Wendy."I felt my hard cock throbbing beneath me. He started spanking me harder now. I wince...d in pain, but I loved every dirty second of it."You're my little whore now, Wendy" Jim said. "Aren't you?" Yes sir," I said. "Then get on your back and spread your legs for me."I felt him pack more lubricant up into my ass. I knew what was coming next. He mounted me like the girl I knew I was . I winced in wicked pain as he entered my virgin ass. Rebecca jumped at the chance and in her reply asked her mother when she should come home, Cathy sent a reply suggesting the end of the month. Elizabeth was less sure of home tutoring; she asked if she could stay at the school until the summer, Cathy assured her that this would be acceptable.The day of Charlotte and Mary's arrival dawned sunny and warm, they were expected around mid-afternoon and Cathy had arranged for a large dinner to celebrate their arrival. The day was a double celebration. The side door popped open and i climbed in, there was a bed in the back and i sat on next to the pretty blond. She smelled great and she put her hands on my thigh. I was quite hard in my panties and so nervous! Her hand focused on my garter strap and she smiled devilishly. Her hand grazed my raging hard-on and i wanted to pass out! The guys wife was watching this and got up and joined us on the bed. I could see they were both wearing dresses as the blond helped me out of my pants. I pulled off. " Mr. Livingston addressed me with hostility. I didn't say anything as I shifted in my seat, heat rushing to my cheeks. My Uncle had a saying when it came to meetings--"To be early is to be on time, to be on time is to be late." I was very late.My Livingston picked up a few sheets of paper which seemed to be my Uncle's Will. He proceeded to read from it; it was akin to a bad narration of a sub par documentary."This is the Last Will and Testament of Me, Watson Archer of 17 Broadway Ave,.