Cerys’s disaffection with the idea of working for a living had been a constant joke between the two since school days. “It’s no good, Cerrie, yo...’ll have to find a way to retire. You’ll never hang on for another 40 years.”Cerys tossed her head indignantly, her long dark hair flicked back from her pale-skinned, oval, face. “42 if you don’t mind,” she responded. “I’m only 23. And anyway I may have found a way around that. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”“You’ve found a man who’ll keep. Not deterred the man came as their eyes met, holding her face so that the cum dripped down her face and into her mouth. He smirked sadistically, expecting her to be disgusted but she smiled at him, never breaking her reading for a second. Her last big surprise came when a man approached her from behind, instead of taking the normal spot on the table to either side he stood behind her. His hands reached out and he grasped her breasts through the cum stained cloth of her shirt and bra. Her voice. Please let me go, I beg you!" Get lost, you loathsome woman. Your ordeal's hardly started."Julia turned her back on the distraught lady so that she could see her still inflamed buttocks."See that, Mrs Jenkinson? I regard it as partly your doing. You put that stupid bitch Dorothy up to getting herself spanked and I couldn't think of any other way of outbidding her. Maybe it was silly of me to lay myself open to the malice of so many people, but I still blame you and now you are going to feel a. You might want to ask Bernie, though."I saw his gaze was directed over my shoulder, and turned around to see what he was looking at. Bernie had just came in, and caught his last words. "Ask Bernie what?", she said as she stared at us. Frank nodded towards her, and left the kitchen.I had wanted a much more romantic setting, but I was trapped. "This isn't what I had planned, love", I sighed. "I came here to ask your father for your hand."She looked stern, and asked "And what was his answer?" He.