"So, is Myra right? Should I 'go easy' on you?" Her lips move easily into a smirk. She seems to sense that I'm really ready for her."No," I answer, tr...ying to sound annoyed and confident. "I may be young, but I'm not 'innocent'." That draws an outright laugh from Lydia and the only genuine smile I've seen so far."So you're not innocent, hey?" I sense a gentle mocking tone in her voice. "Okay, okay, I like that. Out in the big world and ready for adventure. My kind of girl." She offers her glass. "Mom's starting to ask whyI'm doing your chores. She's going to figure out something is going on." Well something is," she replied with a smile. "You got caught wearing myundies." C'mom," he said, blushing. "We can't let mom know... Please." Hmmmm," Karen murmured thoughtfully. "If I let you off the hook aboutclearing the table after dinner, you've got to do something for me, ok?" Sure," Tom answered, the relief evident in his voice. "What?"Karen smiled sweetly and got up from her chair. She. The seem to stop on the lower partof my hips. Then, as I breath a sign of relief, I feel them start across the checks of my ass and I feel your hard cock once again between my thighs. As you take me from behind. I scream in delight.I can feel your cock ramming my pussy as youfuck me with rage. The rage that has been building inside you for so long. I tell you I havenever been abused like this and I never knewuntil today how much I wanted to be your fuckslave. I wanted you to give it all to. He is wearing a grey suit and tie for some reason. They go down to the lobby, and out front, the porter hails a cab for them. Donald just says that they want to go to Sixty-First Street and Second Avenue.They are on their way, Emma wondering where they are heading. But she is overwhelmed looking around her at all the sights of the city as they head to their destination. At the corner of the cross-streets, Donald helps her out of the cab. She looks around wondering what they are doing here. .