"Lube! Jack, use the lube on the nightstand!" I almost shouted in a panic.I heard the cap pop and my entire body began to quiver with anticipation as ...cool lube drizzle on my virgin hole. Jack used his thick finger to smear the slick substance around my eager hole. Around and around it went, teasing me, then finally, slight pressure and my tight rosebud yielded to the penetrating digit. I had fingered myself numerous times before, but this was so different, so much better."Ohhh," I moaned,. She continued to whip me, giving the strokes slowly and very hard. The whipping seemed to go on a long time as I cried out after each stroke. After she had given me twenty strokes she stopped. She said, she feels very sorry for me that I have invited 20 strokes more, 10 for seeing the Alysia’s face and 10 for the women in front of her my cock sprung out. She administered me those 20 strokes very hardly and fastly on my hips and upper part of thigh. After she had given twenty strokes, she hung. ’” “How old are they again.” “Twelve and ten.” “Your daughter is twelve, right?” she said with a knowing smile. “Yes, the hormone ride has definitely started. She is so sweet though, we hope she doesn’t give us too much trouble.” We were quiet for a moment and I heard the wind against the building high above us. I noticed faint wisps of gray in her jet-black curls. So she didn’t use dye. It would be so easy for her, with such dark hair. Good for her. “So your boyfriend, um…” I snapped my. As in, ‘yes, dear,’ when I give you an order. That’s about the only context where such words will really be necessary. I’m the boss of you, yes, of everyone except Damon, but trust me, it’s not my style to rub that in constantly.“No one else can tell you what to do again, darling. Only Damon and me. We’ve stopped taking orders from those dumbass human politicians except when it suits us. That’s up to your discretion ... and sometimes ours. Frankie’s your mentor, and from the looks of it, your.