Things went well for a couple of weeks before her bitchiness came to the fore. He did not suffer her tantrums and attitude - eventually telling her th...at if she was his child ... he would have put her across his knee and spanked her.“I’d like to see that” was her defiant retort.Not thinking of the consequences he picked her up and put her across his lap. She struggled lots - he told her “Behave and take your punishment ... you are in the wrong, and you will be spanked.“Whack!!!” - the first. But as she turned, she came face to face with a tall, ruggedly handsome White man standing in line directly behind her. He was dressed in blazer and slacks, his shirt open at the collar, a casual but cultured look.He smiled."Hello, I'm Peter Dannon," he said, extending his hand."Hi, Lynn Downing," she said, smiling politely.His hand enveloped hers and if he held it a little longer than was customary, Lynn would not have noticed as his eyes made contact with hers and the moment was electric. Her. I really don't want to spread this, but if you insist, I can't think of anyone more deserving." I said it with a nasty smile."You are a lying bitch," the chubby one said."Whatever," I said giving them my best, I don't give a shit look. It was my last non violent move. After that it was going to be getting raped or at least one of them get a jolt of couple of million volts. I could try a second shot on the other one, if I got the chance. Without the element of surprise, it was more likely to get. He was older than Barry by a few years. The man was tall and wiry thin. He was balding. The old man’s cock was big and thick as I grasped it with my right hand stroking it. I wrapped my left hand around Barry’s cock and stroked.“Oh God, that feels so good. As much as I don’t want you to stop, I really want to watch you with the dog,” John said.“Ok,” I said getting down on the floor. The Doberman was between my open legs sniffing at my pussy. With my legs spread wide, I watched the dog begin to.