”“I don’t know why you owe him a debt, but I would say that you paid it off by rescuing me. The bounty is just a pleasant surprise.”“Master,... you aren’t the only one who owes him a debt.”“You don’t have to call me Master.”“I know that, Master. I just prefer it.”There was a tone from Paul’s cell phone indicating that he had received a text message. He pulled out his phone and studied the message. He frowned.“What is it?”“I’m to leave the country.”“Why?”“It is getting too dangerous for me to stay. "You probably don't want to go to sleep right now. I know how I get after I've had bad dreams, and I figured this would help keep you warm, also," she told me when I looked at her questioningly after my first sip."Thanks," I told her, feeling grateful."Hey, I know you're into some geeky stuff, so this might interest you, but apparently some sort of satellite fell out of orbit, and blew up in the sky last night. The government hasn't said which one yet. Isn't that cool?" I knew she was just. What to say? I made a decision - the truth. 'I won't lie. I have watched it.' I was going to say more, but for once made the right decision and shut the fuck up. My hopes rose as she opened the cabinet. If she was just going to spank me, that meant she would stay. Didn't it? Please, I thought, give me a caning, even a slippering, and stay.She turned towards me. 'Everything off. Now.'I obeyed, instantly. I would have anyway, her tone was so utterly commanding. When I was standing naked in front. Daddy made her moan and shiver in front of us, her toes curling as he pleasured Mrs. Maillol.I saw the response from Samuel’s face as well as Mom’s, not to mention how hard the former became and how wet the latter was now. Filming it made it so much better, particularly given that we could re-watch it as much as we liked now. Of course, we also had dirt on the Maillols by now, not that we needed it.When Daddy got around to actually ramming Sandrine with his hard, thick cock, I could see for.