Speaking of punch that was just what Claire Underwood planned to do to my ass, literally. What Frank had done stank, but what his wife was about to do... as heinous. “Nice Butt and a real cute pink brownie, it looks like it will stretch nicely.” Frank stated in a manner that the powerful congressman considered it a fact... The next thing I felt really surprised me. He rested his free hand on my weaving red & purple spanked spread ass cheeks to steady it as he positioned his finger over the little. “No!”“Look, I’m give you a choice. Make a choice or I will make one for you.”“You are a sick fucking bastard!”“And you will be thinking that every time you try to sit down.”I figured there was no way out of this one and I might as well make a choice. The quicker I chose, the quicker it would be over with.“Over the knee,” I whispered.He pulled his chair up by the open widow and sat down. I looked down as I approached him and placed myself over his knee. He pulled up my bikini bottom, exposing my. He left the bus and went and had a basic breakfast. Sam had always been taught that breakfast was the greatest meal of the day.The next thing Sam knew he had to do was get a newspaper and just check if there was any mention of his fathers untimely demise, there wasn't which meant that at least there was not going to be a nationwide man hunt for Sam. The first person Sam encountered after breakfast was an older boy called Carlo who was of Afro-American descent.Carlo took Sam under his wing for. This continued for only about a minute before she had her first banshi orgasm. She was grabbing at my hair mashing her pussy into my face as her thighs held my head captive. After what seemed like forever, she released my head and I got to take some air. I thought I was going to sufficate, but, what a way to go. I crawled up beside her, kissing her lips. I knew she could taist her pussy juice on my lips and that only made my cock harder. She had tears in her eyes. I asked if she was OK and she.