”Amy are you home?” No reply. Ah, a little alone time. Maybe I’ll cruise the tumblr for some nasty gifs, I thought as I headed for the den. T...hat's where I found her, at my desk with her back to me. She slapped my laptop shut and spun around to face me. Her pinched, pouty lips and narrowed eye let me know I was in deep shit! My mind raced to remember if I had logged out of tumblr and erase my history as is my usual practice.”What have you been looking at on the computer!?” she asked. ”It’s. To the front was a very fat post with straps, obviously to useto fasten someone to it."I can see you're fascinated by this little toy, Trixie. It's verysimple, an automatic spanking machine. You see the miscreant isstrapped to the post, then the machine can be set for a number ofdifferent strengths, from gentle taps to severe whippings, thefrequency can be programmed so that the strokes happen at irregularintervals, and the number of strokes can be set as well, from six toinfinity. Then the. “Nevermind, Evan.”“I understand your suspicion, Maddi. Really, I do.” Evan sat down. “From what I hear, the investigation is ongoing, yet thorough. Futanari aren’t exactly the most popular protected class, so it’s naturally the Rochelle Masters and Dory Drakes of the world have enemies. But I can’t imagine anyone going to such extent to hurt your mother.”---It started to sink in that despite her certainty, any evidence of such had went up in flames. Moreover, Diana’s scars made her seem more. Gus held on to her with his finger still buried in her ass and his mouth glued to her cunt. He felt the waves of orgasm rock Tricia’s body and his face was flooded with her cunt juice. Tricia kept humping his face until the last of her orgasms passed and she pushed his head away from her cunt. Tricia smiled at him and said, ‘That was marvelous, an outstanding performance. Now will you call me next week?’ Gus just nodded his head as he was overcome with his encounter with her. Tricia pulled her.