”Girls, you both know how much I want this, But Beck? I can’t rush it. It has to be on his timing ... but if you feel so compelled to say somethin...g ... at times. It would surely be appreciated.”Becca, just hugged her and said...”I can’t wait to call you ... mom.” Looking at Karen, they both had tears in their eyes. She squeezed her harder as Tom rang the bell.Becca went to the door. Opened it and just about leaped into his arms. “Oh Dad ... I missed you and mo ... er I mean Mrs. Simpson has. She forces him deeper despite the pain, his balls slap against her rhythmically. Tears fill her eyes as he drives deeper and harder with stabbing thrusts, her fingernails dig into his cheeks. Her panting and writhing makes him wilder and her gasps become short and sharp. She wraps her legs around him and takes his full length despite the pain. She feels something explode, hot fluid floods through her and she cries his name over and over while he empties himself into her. Exhausted, he. Kate sighed and picked up the whip. "Because that's the way we do it," she said.Helen hastily took off her overalls and was relieved to see Kate put the whip down again. Blushing at the thought of an audience watching this little performance that afternoon, she went through the same routine again."Next, we want to see you stand still with your feet apart and your hands on your head, facing the audience," added Kate, "Then you turn round slowly and stop with your back to the audience."Helen did. .. I look like a tart." But I respond "No, no you look marvelous, darling." I sort of do a half assed Montalban accent, trying to see if she'll smile. Her eyes dart to me, and I see the hint of a grin, but she controls it quickly.Now for the white diamonds. I whisper "This is a perfume I like, Elizabeth. I think it's very sexy." I wave the stopper below her nose a few inches, then ask "Do you like it? Isn't it erotic?" She's still staring at me. "It's... it's so strong." She stares a few.