”“Get him close again” said Mrs. Perkins “and have the flogger ready.”The unknown woman behind me then gripped my hard penis, that pointed t...o the ground, and began stroking me as she toyed with the butt plug, turning it slightly. I continued to lick Mrs. Perkins yet my mind was actually wondering who was behind me. I guess that my focus was more on the woman behind me than on licking Mrs. Perkins because I suddenly felt her open hand lightly slapping the side of my face.“Focus, young man” said. The eldest son caught the action under our table too, and divided his concern for his dad between his desire to see the girls panties if that were at all possible. Like father, like son.The young boy became almost frantic when his dad started coughing and it was he that implored his mother to do something and was only appeased when his dad regained normal breathing. Not like father, like son. Clearly he loved his dad more than anyone in the family.The lone couple had received their meal so all. That means I get my cut and maybe can buy a new car. I'm sick of that beat-up old piece of junk!" What kind of car were you thinking of Randy?" A Porsche... what else?"Julie felt sick when she thought of how stingy her husband was with her, never really giving her any money for clothes or fun and yet the first bit of cash he got, he was going to spend it all on himself, a Porsche was one of the more expensive toys on the market. She would be really happy when her artwork really began to sell,. Bridget may have been a senior, but she was still underage and a statutory rape charge would be hard to explain. “Okay, so I don’t really like beer or getting groped by teenagers, what’s wrong with that?” Bridget said, getting defensive again. “I didn’t say there was anything wrong with that, just found it interesting.” Patrick responded. Bridget could tell he’d been drinking and probably shouldn’t have been driving. “Patrick, you probably shouldn’t be driving. Come in and I’ll make you some.