Picking the paper up I stand up straight and pull my long dark brown curls over my right shoulder as I rest against the door frame, knowing this pose ...will tease his sick mind terribly. “Morning Beth baby” he says in his thick New Yorker accent, my name comes out as Bet more than Beth, something I hate more than being cold. “How many times have I told you to not call me baby, Tim, and am I right to assume you’ve been listening out for my door to open just so you can perv on me again? This has to. . Sir"You chuckle, "very well" You swat me again. and again, and again, and again. Each time my urgency builds, each time my body wants to explode. "May i cum Sir, please may i cum?" You may not, you piece of shit! Don't you dare cum! Not until the nice lady does. You will make her cum so hard she sprays, and you will drink every drop, or you will not come. Now get to it!"i push into C's pussy, no longer caring about what i am doing. i need to come, need You to tell me to cum, nothing else. Reaching in, Kim exclaimed you are a naughty girl aunt Rebecca. Embarrassed Rebecca hung her head. As Kim rummaged through the sex toys, she remarked there are so many things we can do later on.This isn't funny anymore Rebecca protested. Coming back to the bed, Kim laid beside Rebecca and rested her head on her shoulder. Stroking her tit softly, Kim circled her fingers around her nipple. Kissing her Kim said, I love you aunt Rebecca. I love you too she answered. Will you let me up now. Kissing. That Sunday Anne dutifully accompanied her father and stepmother to the small wooden church at the crossroads, sang the hymns and listened to a long and convoluted sermon on the relationships of married men and women and the obligations of their always-dutiful children. The family returned to find Thomas Vanmeter waiting in the sitting room, wearing another fancy weskit beneath his fawn-colored, long-tailed coat, his high boots gleaming, a stylish brown tie-wig on his balding head and his.