Miller, I still would feel bad. Maybe if I offered to let her punish me! Yes, she won’t do it but I will feel better for having asked for a spanking....I walked up on the porch and knocked on the door. The door opened and there was Mrs. Miller. I had butterflies in my stomach. She invited me in and shut the door behind me.“Hi, Mrs. Miller,”A smile sort of came to her face, “Why, if it isn’t Becca!”“I’m here to discuss the prank Lauren and I had played on Brian last month. I don’t think you like me. Her hand snaked to his lap and he jumped as she squeezed the front of his jeans. “And you save some of that for me tonight. Got that mister?”Uncle John’s eyes darted to Bobby’s face, but Bobby, hearing something strange in the comment, kept his eyes on his breakfast. Jenny’s eyes went to Bobby too, and then back to her husband, who was frowning even harder now. In his peripheral vision, Bobby saw her blow Uncle John a kiss and then she went back to the stove.Something strange was going on. He. They didn't need much convincing.By January they began going out two or three nights a week. Anna says she never walked the street; they would go to one of the big hotels in town (the Hilton was their favorite). She would sit at the bar until a guy came on to her, then she would suggest they go up to his room and fuck for $50. (This was a long time and a lot of inflation ago.) A couple of the bartenders began giving them a hard time, then one suggested that a blow job might make things easier.. Then slowly I started unbuttoning her top shirt buttons. She broke the kiss and said, “Wait up honey, not here.” I gave her a naughty look and said, “No one is here.”She said, “Let’s go to your place” I said, “What’s the hurry? You are like the chocolate cake that I can have and eat it too. So why not eat it slowly and enjoy it” With this I grabbed her, and pulled her closer to me.I started licking her neck and caressing her boobs over her shirt and then slowly with other hand, I started.