Her MILF meat got pretty red with all the slapping. The boys were kinda competing who could make the loudest slap. I have to admit the whole thing w...as pretty surreal.Slapping those chunky thighs, hearing the slap, watching the jiggle, good fun for all.I decided to let Tom go first. He was the youngest and had never had any yet.I guess some blow jobs from some school sluts, but that is not real sex?We all were going to get one go around before we got into some heavy dutypunishment. Of course. There were sheets of four inch polycarbonate plastic inside all windows. The glass in each of the windows was replaced with a one inch sheet of polycarbonate. Between the sheets of polycarbonate was what appeared to be a heavy duty set of venetian blinds. They were especially heavy duty. The support straps were kevlar and the alloy steel slats were a quarter inch thick. Obviously, they were driven by a geared down electric motor. With the careful placement of curtains it was almost impossible. He watched Henrietta come up the garden path with a basket of biscuits for his breakfast table. She also had the potion she had made for him to sooth the stump of his leg in a way that caused him to forget entirely that the pain was still there.That pain was like a memory of a nightmare hidden in his mind and sealed from his conscious thought at any given moment.“Thank you kindly for the biscuits, Miss Henrietta. Tell you sister she is a fine cook and will make a good wife for a hungry. That’s the best way I can describe it.” “How much was my pass?” Jena said. Tali squinted at something out of sight and reached out of frame for it. She reappeared with a pink ticket in hand and pressed it against the viewer. A caricature of Norse Goddess Freya beckoned in ink above the silver-embossed name of the event. “You can make it up to me if you want to,” Tali said and took the ticket away, replacing it into storage. “You’re our guest.” A hand with long fingers appeared from behind Tali.