I went to the living room and crashed on the couch. A while later I was awakened to the sound of the weight-room equipment, I got up and peeked Inside..., still pretty tipsy, and saw my dad In his favorite well worn jock bench pressing. He was really working up a sweat and I could clearly see the outline of his thick cock and balls through his sweat soaked jock, when he got up I also noticed a small stream of sweat leading down to his ass. That was when he saw me and called me over to spot him. He. " Yes, miss. Very good, miss. Anything you say, miss."Isobel flung her arms round his neck."Sorry, my sweet. I was being bossy. Kiss?" Smacked botty I'd have said." Whichever, my lord and master." Both, I should think." Yum!" You are a wicked, winsome girl. I think a kiss will do."Isobel obliged: at length and with love.They joined Gerry's parents for lunch at the Crown the next day and Isobel broached the subject. Hermoine was ambivalent."It's up to you and Gerry, Whizzy," she said adding with. Whatever the method, he seemed to have found out, was pissed and decided to punish Charlotte by killing her mom. Hell, with this guy, he might just have been clearing up loose ends, whether she was successful in killing Art or not. Art is sure he knows who this is, and if it is the person Art thinks it is, he's going to be darn hard to take out without collateral damage ... as we've discussed before." By collateral damage, you mean killing innocent people, right?" Yeah, Babe. Without killing. He took the plastic wrap from Giovanni’s hand and had me lie down on my back with my knees bent and legs spread. He then wrapped my legs, binding each calf to the corresponding thigh. I was unable to straighten my legs thereafter. He had me roll over. Matteo took several more photos of me sprawled on the bed, kneeling up, and bent over, from the side and rear.Matteo showed me the pictures after and we chose several to send to Pietro. The last one had me bent over, only my ass and the soles of.