‘Paul, are you ready to respect my books?’ He looked up, his eyes wild with excitement. He shook his head. ‘Then I’ll have to teach you. Stay ...where you are.’ Paul watched Amy with surprise as she left the room. He was even more surprised when he came back with a paddle in her hand. POP! Amy laid a sharp swat on Paul’s right bottom cheek with the paddle. The sting contrasted with the belt swats, but laid on top of them, made them much more painful. Amy decided that she would give Paul 10 swats. So now, bravely, he pushed back as Ken pushed forward, slowly but surely that cock of Ken's disappearing into the depths of my husband's ass, deeper and deeper and deeper. Until, finally, Ken's balls were pressing against Rick's cheeks, the full length of Ken's ten plus inch cock buried out of sight up my husband's ass. Grabbing hold of Rick's hips, Ken just left it inside like that, letting Rick get used to it, Rick moaning, a fine film of sweat covering his back.And then Ken started moving. He knows exactly what kind of financial position he would be in and a million dollars wouldn’t change it very much. ‘And that doesn’t even include the money I have available from my trust fund. It just doesn’t make any sense. Even if he asked for ten times that it doesn’t make any sense.’ Did I see something in my father’s eyes when I said that? I wasn’t sure. ‘Are you saying I lied?’ ‘I’m saying it makes no sense. There must have been something else going on that you’re not telling me about.. “What the fuck?!” he barked at the TV.Megan laughed at him. “Not a fan of snow, huh?”“No, the snow I love,” he said. “It’s the shoveling and the god damned plow guy that I hate.”Just then, the governor was giving a press conference, declaring a state of emergency, which meant that no one was allowed on the roads, unless they were essential.“Looks like you’re stuck here,” Martin said to her.“I’ve been stuck in worse places,” she replied. “Do you have something I can use to whip up something.