She wasn’t one for relationships and love, more one for trust and sex and giving as much as she took.She never called me or send me a text even thou...gh she had my number, not even the couple times we went a month without seeing each other. No complaints either, no bickering why I hadn’t called, she would just take the flowers, fancy wine taken from a house we searched earlier that day or whatever I had grabbed in a pinch.Some kind of present she never seemed to expect and it always put a slight. As she squirmed and wriggled, so she made it worse. Bliss!At the next two slaps to those juicy tight buttocks the individual cries became proper tears, sobs even, and I let my impulse have full rein to spank her thrusting bum. I twisted my head to eye the tightly pulled crotch of the black panties, but the darkness of the material gave nothing away. So, I did the next best thing, grabbed the waistband and pulled them to her knees. To my delight, despite crying she actually lifted her bum to let. . what about Shawn?”“She has her own problems. I think he’s a little too fucked up for her to handle. But what did he say when you got home?”“He was still passed out on the coach.”“Probably getting fucked up all night.”“Probably.”“Mommy?” they heard behind them. Their littlest.Joe’s wives had two kids each. Each about a year apart. Weirdly each had a boy and a girl, just like Cheryl hoped. Cheryl’s followed Joanne’s pattern of angels. Moe’s was in reverse order.Melissa, perhaps the most. “I am going to hurt you tonight Mike. How much I hurt you depends on you.” I love this lie, they always believe if they cooperate I will hurt them less. I quickly bind his hands with zip ties pull him down so he is half off the bed and secure ankles to the frame. This way he has some mobility but not much, I can get him into a bent over the bed or lying flat easy. I then roll up his underwear and put them in his mouth.I walk over to his computer and check his history. Deleted but with a simple.