I thrust the collar at her. She hesitated, eyes flicking towards the spanking bench, and sullenly took it from me and strapped it around her neck. “...Good,” I answered. “Gardenia is too pretty a name for a bitch. You shall be Cuntlapper.” “Yes, Madam,” she answered. I hooked the leash to her collar. “How do bitches walk, Cuntlapper?” “I don't know,” she mumbled. “Do you need another twenty spankings?” “No, Madam.” I jerked the leash so she looked at me. “Then answer my question,. Okay, so I guess I better write them down now... Yes, I'm nervous, but I'm grinning. Here goes nothing! One of the fantasies I have is one that I think most people have at one time or another. It comes from being a bit of a show-off, I guess. I know I have a nice body and I notice the looks my legs get. It turns me on, and I sometimes have the devilish thought of flashing. When I was younger, I would fuck myself to the thought of flashing at traffic or exposing myself to the boys at football. " I invited those three councilmen whom were healed to come back and help us. They said something about some others who wished to come along and I said it would be fine." Well, you better get out your extra coffee pot. Ralph says there are about three hundred people who want to be fed and a place to sleep." Steve disconnected and handed the cell phone back to his son.Linda came into the kitchen. "I just called a couple of caterers and they will send out two trucks fully loaded with food. It's. I was tired but not sleepy, so we moved our party to the big bed and played kissy face – huggy body until we got down to serious business.Rebecca was clearly the neediest, and the first one I bedded. Our lovemaking was spirited but also gentle. We were vocal but not loud, and energetic without being aggressive. When Rebecca was finally satisfied and sleeping the sleep of the dead, I turned my attention to Beth Ann and Colleen. They were vibrating with desire and took no time to push over the.