I was rude to you and I know that was wrong. I was drunk on my own power and I deserve to be corrected. Would you please smack my booty, fresh and fru...ty? Pretty please?” Harley repeated the request the way she had been instructed to do the week before.“Oh? You crazy bitch!” Becky couldn’t contain her laughter as she looked at the girl who used to bully her spreading her legs apart revealing her pussy lips and the inner part of her asshole to anyone who wanted a look as she begged for a. She made her way back. He was right; there wasn’t much space. Thin curtains filtered the street lights; she could just about make out Louis. He was in some kind of hammock spanning the width of the cab, under that must have been what he referred to as the mattress, it wasn’t as long as the hammock, there was a heap of clothes at one end. There was a towel strewn over the mattress and a jumper at the top which she supposed was a pillow and blanket. She placed the jacket at the top near the. ..and soon. The begonias beneath her window were soon to be inseminated again. Tom's gaze left her hand long enough to take in her cherubic face. The ceiling fan caused her hair to flop over her eye like Veronica Lake in her prime. If he listened carefully he could hear her breathing become more labored and faster. That sound had his cock leaking like a faulty toilet so he rapidly jiggled the 'handle'. Too rapidly perhaps since his sperm soon splattered against her window pane. On weak legs, he. Then he would carry her to the casket and lay her within, carefully arranging her as for burial. All of this brought Jennifer more pleasure then she ever imagined. Sometimes, when Bill was gone, she would dress herself in a sexy negligee and lie in the casket, imagining it was her wake. She felt so beautiful, all cares were behind her. Ahead was just an eternity of perfect peace. The thought brought her more pleasure than she would ever have imagined.One day, not long before their anniversary,.