Are you busy?" No, not really, what did you have in mind?" I told her I would call her around 4:00. I need to go someplace where I can make that call ...ithout risking being recognized or traced. I think the easiest thing would be a pay phone. I need to find a location that doesn't have cameras around. So; no banks or convenience stores, no malls, that kind of thing. Also I would like it to be far enough away that we won't have people snooping around too close to home. I was hoping you could. Laura looked like she would start to cry at any moment. I noticed the TV had been turned off, the girls on the couch were whispering close, I expected them to head upstairs soon. Laura could not be consoled, not by me with sex. That only brought the hurt to her more. She was feeling that she had failed me completely. I didn’t see it that way and made sure she knew it. But some emotions could not be so easily fixed. The next day at work was an easy one for Laura, we had three trannie jobs, all. Jeff felt the hairbrush tapped on his bottom and knew from experience that as much as his bottom was stinging already it was going to be stinging far far more very soon. That was confirmed as he heard Julie say, “Spank him with the hairbrush until he is crying uncontrollably, and then give him fifty more with it.”Sandra remembered Julie had told her fifty was actually the minimum and had no qualms in following her instructions. So, she brought the hairbrush down on Jeff’s far bottom cheek and. My body took control as I felt his cock head deep in me, impregnating me with each of his ejaculations, his cock throbbing, releasing streams of sperm from his testicles, splashing against my womb opening. Our bodies were mating in an animistic fuck. I couldn't stop this and neither could he, not that either of us wanted to. I felt every shot of cum enter me and he pumped me faster as he ejaculated. The vein inside his cock pulsed until every drop of cum was in me. With each throb of his cock.