“He said a bunch of shit about journeys and experiences and that you were going to change like a butterfly into a caterpillar or some shit,” Mark ...dded.“Nuh-uh, dummy! A caterpillar changes INTO a Butterfly,” Cheyenne corrected her brother.“That’s it! First spanking of the day, stand up and assume the position,” Mark announced gleefully that he’d be punishing Cheyenne for correcting him.“He can’t punish me for telling him that he is wrong if he is wrong, can he?” Cheyenne asked. She was already. All he cared was that the young man paid his rent on time and in that regard he was fairly well satisfied. He tried to sneak a slice of bacon off the pan and his joyfully humming spouse hit his hand with the wooden spatula like he was a small child engaged in petty theft. It was downright demeaning but he shrugged it off and went back to his newspaper and the all-important racetrack reports that had mixed results. His sideline of taking bets for bored housewives was his primary source of income. He is taking his clothes off, he reaches to my waist and grabs the rest of what i was wearing and pulls them off. i keep looking forward as a minute or two go bye, i take a peak and see him greasing it and getting it hard. i don't get a good look as i turn and keep looking forward. The bed moves as he gets on and positions himself laying on top of me. all his weight, he is a lot bigger than me as he smothers me. i can feel his dick sliding, finding its way inside, i feel the head is in, and. Did you let a strange man take you to dinner last night?" Mom, do you really think I would go somewhere with a stranger?" Jessie crossed her fingers that her mom would believe her."I raised you to be a good girl," her mom explained."Yes, mom, I know you did. I really have to leave for work now." Don't use that excuse with me." It's not an excuse, mom. I have an important meeting in a little while and can't be late," Jessie told her."You call me after work and tell me about this new man," her.