’ he felt.He held her tight. Their ears and nose were red with cold but they couldn’t stop.He kissed her through her neck, then licked her cleavag...e; laid her on the bench, held her arms up with one hand and kissed her armpit, smelled it, pressed the breasts; came down and kissed her through the belly and waist.The feeling of his lips on her belly gave her ticklings which moved her body but he held her tightly and continued the love making.She pushed him through his shoulders with her feet and. She's never asked me to do anything other than watch her lurid display."Get on the damn bed, and lick my damn pussy, NOW!"I drop the belt and reply, "I'm not doing this! You can do yourself all you want, but I'm not about to help you more than I already have." If you don't, I'll tell Daddy you released me and tried to touch me."She would, and she knows I know it. My punishment would be time in his bed, which doesn't seem so bad, if you didn't know he is a fat, smelly, disgusting prick,. “Randi, please understand I do not plan to humiliate Bill in any way. However, if you are to submit totally to me, he will have to suffer some consequences to add to our pleasure. If that means I order you to go several days, or weeks, without getting to cum, to heighten your excitement and cause you to want to cum more urgently, then Bill will suffer as well, but you both must obey me.”Randi sipped her coffee, thinking about this last explanation. “Okay, Sir, I now understand and do not see. Patrick, my seven-year-old, was the only one who had anything to say."Daddy, Jeff has a big house and we like him," Patrick explained, as if that would somehow make everything 'all better.'I just sat there looking at Casey and the kids as if they were fucking crazy. Maybe it's PMS or early menopause, I thought. Maybe this bitch is bipolar. Maybe she's high or drunk? Nah — I don't smell any alcohol on her breath. So where is this divorce shit coming from?Casey finally dropped the papers on the.