” Vanessa smiled at me. She knows all my weaknesses. Causes some of them.I went rhubarb. Using the steely self-control for which I am celebrated, I ...refrained from à-la-moding it. Vanessa stuck with hot water and lemon. Artie did the Boston Cream Pie with a scoop of vanilla and, for nutritional balance, a scoop of strawberry.I nodded at the waitress, “Hit me.”Artie ate slowly, precisely, just like Daddy does. Maybe it’s a cop thing.He said, “Your boy. Arthur Flanders lives in a nursing home, a. She just could not stop her trembling which was beginning to verge on the convulsive. Then Rosanne's voice changed "Thank Heaven we have time to get you properly cleaned and shaved before the Governor sees you! We'd best hurry!"Lisa's voice shook as she was marched to the dreaded Solitary Wing. "What about my caning Ma'am? If ever anyone deserved one it's me today!" You'll get more than enough pain when they flog you later on. Let's just say you owe me! I'll collect in time. You haven't got. I could see him pulling his gym shorts off with his other hand. He removed his fingers again, and right away, I felt the large head of his cock rubbing up and down my juicy ass crack. “No,” I whispered weakly. He slapped my ass cheeks twice, and they stung like hell. “I told you to shut the fuck up”, he shot back angrily.I guess I pissed him off, because from then on, it was no more Mr. Nice Guy. He spread my cheeks so wide, I thought he might rip them right off. With one thrust, he got. ”Janice shrieks.Another orgasm sweeps her lost thoughts away.The soft pressure between Janice’s legs slowly brings her out of her deep, dreamless sleep. She hasn’t dreamed in so long she has almost forgotten what dreams are like. As if on autopilot, Janice spreads her legs open, blinking to adjust her eyes to the light.The way Beth is running her tongue across her pussy is exquisite. She runs her fingers through the shiny black curls of her mistress’ hair and arches her hips upward into her.