Each slap was perfectly accompanied with shouts of. “BAD GIRL.”“YOU’RE A VERY – VERY - BAD - GIRL - BAD - GIRL - BAD - GIRL - BAD – GIRL.�...��“D’you want me to take my knickers off daddy?” Monica Henstridge whimpered, her bottom still smarting from the spanking.“Erm yes I. Do. Come on, knickers off. That’s a good girl.”Monica removed the lacy red G-string and repositioned herself over Steve’s knee. She was giggling childishly and playing with her hair.“Are you going to rub my clit daddy?” She asked. First of all she sorted out who was going to get the evening meal ready then told them about Jon's house rule. I could see the lads eyes light up as one of the girls (Angie) said, "I hope that rule doesn't apply to us because there's no way that I'm walking around without my clothes on." After a bit of discussion it was agreed that everyone could wear as much or as little as they wanted. After that we all dispersed and Debbie and me went to get out of what little clothes we were wearing.When we. He was drinking a long draught of the local beer, but he did glance up to look at the cloud. His reaction was even more forceful than mine. He spewed beer in all directions and dropped his cup. I think he was up and giving orders before the cup hit the ground. It only took that one glance to convince him that we were in dire peril. He started yelling to all and sundry that the plains were on fire and we had to prepare ourselves as fast as we could if we didn't want to die.A few of the men were. His tongue worked past her hole and found her own anus and circled it, His fingers stretched the tight little hole open and the tongue entered. Not deep but enough to bring an approving sigh from her.Michael moved his hips slowly and she relaxed her throat muscles. He was going to fuck her mouth and she wanted that spunk shot straight into her belly. She sucked deeper and he groaned as she penetrated his arsehole deeply with her finger. He was almost there and couldn’t speak because his.