Witheyes wide, she looked up."Listen to this," she said excitedly and she read some passages from thebeginning of the book.May 1896 -My name is Yandil...o Petalengro. Mama has given me this this journal formy 15th birthday. She says now that I have almost finished school, sheis going to teach me all she knows about herbs and flowers. This journalis for me to write in as I learn from her. I will be able to help gatherthings she needs without her by my side.With this training I could make an. "Her face was a picture, lust and anxiety fighting each other."You’d do that to me?" Better to hire someone. I’ll tell Arthur of course, but he’ll do what cuckolds do won’t he." You mean like suck cocks?"He laughed. "He does that for your studs?" He has done."Jack sat shaking his head."Shouldn’t you be going back to Amy?" A bit longer will do her good." Jack." She’s safe enough." She was in tears on the phone." Hang on," he said. "If you’re worried we can see how she’s doing."He picked up his. “There are moments when I have to check to make sure my pantyliner is fresh,” I chuckled. “I haven’t borrowed any clothes from you lately.”“No one is ever going to mistake you for one of the girls,” Em said as she stroked my cock up to full stiffness and pointed it at her creamy center. “Ah, that feels so good. I love you, J.”“I love you, Em.”“What amazes me is that you have enough masculine energy to balance a houseful of women and still not lord it over us. You have room in your heart for our. The inside of your legs is very tender and this will help you remember to mind your superior.” Crack, her hand came down on my inner thigh. The effect was electric, I couldn’t believe the pain. I had never been hit there. She then hit the other side and my thighs were twins of agony. I moaned and cried, begging her to stop. Her next blow came in right down the middle. It struck me from the bottom of my balls back across my asshole. It was paralyzing. I simply couldn’t move. .