And John only ever gave good ones. It had made her respectful, demure and obedient. Stylish grace and good manners were only natural in a punished gir...l.Slicing into his sixteen-ounce sirloin, Riccardo admired the blonde. He'd spotted her the instant she emerged from the elevator. Her height and beguiling walk, her soft voice and her surprising and excellent Italian had all drawn him in. As she placed her cutlery on the plate with care, he said, “You have impeccable manners.”“Thank you,” Nicole. Mr. and Mrs. Guthrie, Ellen's folks, were flying out with them. Just us kids left here to have a good time.Used to be a big problem staying alone with Ellen's three brothers. They are all older than us. For the longest time, they hated having girls around. Can't say that I blame 'em really. Daddy's little girl types can be a pain in the ass I'm sure.Two things changed all that. First, we kind of figured out how to act like guys. Pretty easy really. Just had to be loud, wear cowboy boots and act. Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore. My fingers still working into Brent’s butt, I got up into a squat. I looked down at the small but lovely rubber dildo that stuck out from my pussy, and I nearly came right there. I couldn’t wait to give it to Brent as a complete surprise. I took his hand from his cock and took over the motion. He grabbed his legs with both hands to keep them up. My fingers continued to invade his ass. I pulled them out suddenly. Brent seemed surprised. I took the well-lubed. I put my clothes away, changed into something more comfortable, andbrought the bag of pearls and diamonds back to the living room. Afterexplaining what I found at the bank I gave Marta and Hahn the bag. Icouldn't see a need for them and I was sure Marta and Hahn could use theextra money they would provide.***The next day I wore a pair of jeans and blouse over top of my swimsuitand headed down to the beach. The water called to me and I needed to getback into it and on with my life. Water might.