Any one of them would be a huge lowering of her standards. She only fucked good looking boys, or at least rich ones! She’d been sexually active for ...three years now, starting young with a boy a couple of years older than her. Since then, she’d fucked about twenty five guys. They tended to be hot or rich, or she’d make a mistake when she was drunk.Right now, she wasn’t drunk. The loss of her handbag had sobered her up rapidly, and this indecent proposal had done some more. Mel looked at it. He wouldn’t try something like that. Anyway, we’ll check that out later. The main thing is you disobeyed me, you’ve apparently lied to me about it, which makes it even worse. Now, get up and plop yourself across the dining room table. Grab on to the far end of the table and let me see that ass right on the edge.?Holly hesitantly rose, still trying to cover her nakedness, while Bob released his belt from his pants. She slowly sidled over to the table, bending at the waist and, reaching. He loved her but she had to obey by the rules they had agreed. One captain in the relationship. One head...One leader. She knew what to do next. John ordered her upstairs to wait for him in his study. To take off all her clothes below her waist. To be quiet and face the corner. He needed to calm down. He wouldn't punish her while he was angry. John arrived shortly afterwards and sat in his big armchair by the window. He called her over. She would d**** herself over his knees to receive his. I downed the booze and three minutes of buzzing away with my little hand vibrator melted our pussy juices together into a slippery goop that saturated the whole crotch of Louise's panties. My initial orgasm came while I concentrated on the safe and secure manly scent of Doug's shirt. After a few minutes' recovery, a faster, stronger round of vibrations pushed Louise's creamy juices up into me. The thought of our fluids reuniting so homogeneously made me feel ever so complete. I slid my hand.