Or, at least, I thought that was what she was doing."YES! I'm in." What are you in?"She looked back at me with a strangely guilty expression on her fa...ce."Umm, nothing. Sorry, go back to your book."She has a terrible poker face and I was instantly intrigued, so I set my school books down."Nuh-uh. I don't buy that. What are you doing over there?" Well, I was talking to some guys over in an IRC chat room, mostly about networks and websites and vulnerabilities. And they mentioned some places where. Muaaahhh muaahah aaahh ahhhahahahh… the slowly and i opened her nighty gradually and started licking her neck and ears and beneath her ears and she moaned and got excited aaaah aahhh aaahh aahhha then i slowly moved and open her nighty and kissed her shoulders and then i pressed her boobs so gently she moaned aaaahh aahh aahh then i slowly started removing her clothes and felt her smooth soft skin then she pulled my t shirt and shorts and felt my body. I had also waxed my body completely as we. "You didn't have a problem taking his dick, did you?"She continued sobbing as he resumed the slapping of her face which she had earned by her whorish behavior.And now, Percival Abraham Blatter began to instruct:"Number One, you will QUIT your job tomorrow! Number Two, you will be OBEDIENT to me at all times! Number Three, you will teach our daughter not to be a slut like you! Do you understand these rules as I have just outlined?"She couldn't help herself: Her formerly-wimpy husband was now. My arm was around her waist and she was leaning against me as we stepped out of the bar and walked to the limousine idling at the curb. George, the chauffeur of the leased Lincoln stretch-limo, stepped out of the car and held the back door open for us. I said, “Hello George, this is Mrs Davis. We are going to meet her husband at Cicero's across town, and we have an hour to get there, so take a leisurely drive around town and through the park.” George snapped to attention as he said, “Yes sir..