He had me. Opening the office door he motioned for me to walk ahead of him.As we approached the counter in the outer office I turned, "Mr. Pettersen, ...which neighbor told you he saw me coming out your front door at five A.M. on Sunday morning?"Ollie was turning to return to his office. He stopped in his tracks, glared at me and with as much composure as he could muster, said it was Mr. Spencer. Ollie motioned with his right hand to indicate it was the same neighbor who I had seen trying to quiet. She asked again, “You like that, babe?”“Good, Jenny. But I like it dirty. Really dirty. You want me, you’d better prove how fucking filthy can you be.”Jenny wasn’t entirely sure what kind of “filthy” was required, but she decided to collect some of her warm fuck-slime, reach further around her perineum, and paint some of the juice on the pucker of her own arsehole. She gently pushed her middle finger inwards, gasping as her sphincter clenched in surprise.This time, she heard a chuckle of. 'You don't know she is when she's had a few gins, let's try! What do you say, is the white boy scared?' He joked.We went to the off licence and got her a half bottle of Gin and a half bottle of Vodka for ourselves.Sanjay purchased the drink from the off licence, we were 17, but he was very tall and already had a mustache."Hello, Aunty Sinitta, I've brought a friend back, John, I was telling him how you have the greatest tits in all India!"'Sanjay!' She yelled 'sit down and shut up!'"I'm just. She would do anything he asked to avoid those swats. What she didn’t know was that was exactly why he had given her so many. He wanted her to be thinking about what 100 swats would do to her instead of what he was going to make her do.When Karen finished exposing her tits and the blouse was pulled to either side of them and held in place by the nipple chains Darrell ordered, “Now pull up your skirt and scoot forward so your pussy is at the edge of the seat. I want you to fuck your cunt with.