“Oh no, the bottle is for Billy.”“What should I do then?”She looked at her breasts. “There’s still some milk in me. I can feel it. If you ...don’t mind, daddy, would you like to drink it straight from the source?”“I’m not sure if that’s appropriate,” I rasped. Despite my words, my heart fluttered with joy. I wanted to attach myself onto her teat and never let go.“Please, daddy,” she begged, tugging on her nipples. “It still aches.”“O-okay. I’ll help you.”Sam smiled and shimmied up the bed, and I. The most significant factor dictating service expectations, was age. Older people remembered a completely different level of service than did the young folks. It might have seemed obvious to some, but to the large chains it hadn’t been.A rather large restaurant chain changed its advertising, to target a specific sector of the dining market: fast and efficient service. It didn’t promise the kind of ‘friendly service’ that many equated with ‘good service.’ It promised that you’d get seated, your. This is it. I thought, finally it was her turn.“Watch it, Samantha,” Mother warned as she began to spank her harder.The constant slapping finally transformed my idyllic paragon of a sister into a tantrum-causing brat, whining and crying over Mother’s lap. I knew it wouldn’t end well for her. Crying was one thing, but squirming and bucking around was something that Mother hated.“Alright! That’s enough!” she shouted.I was amazed to see Mother slip her flat palm into Samantha’s elastic waistband. But he did not start to fuck her. As jordyn saw another man approach her from behind, she understood what they had in mind.”So, little anal slut” said the strong man. ”are you ready for some double anal?”Jordyn was more than ready. She turned her gaze to the man behind: ”Do it! Stick your hard cock in there! Give my ass a real work out!”She didn't have to ask twice. At once she felt a second hard dick making its way into her her waiting ass. They were both big, and it was a tight fit. But bit.