The next 10 minutes went as a whirl the belt left a pattern on her backside, each stroke jerking her body in its bonds, some from her head end curling...across her cheeks with a positive slap the fifth stroke causing her to cry and giving me a rush of power such as I had never felt before, perhaps it was the red mist, falling on me I know not but I went into uncontrolled mode striking at her back and legs, her rump and then her back again from all the angles round the kitchen. She climaxed time. “That’s why you were holed up with Simon Barnett for three days?” Jordan asked. “I should have known. Look, old friend, there had better be no tracks that lead back to you.”“That sounds accusatory, Jordan. I can’t think of any reason tracks would lead to me.”“Later,” Jordan ended the conversation. “Our truck is on the move.”I’d done Simon one last favor when I dissolved the business. I’d done it in Bradley’s name. There was no evidence of anything that would lead back to Simon. I did think,. "What's your friend's name, the tall one?" She's Paula Augustine. Don't you know her? You're from the same neighborhood." I've not met her before, but I don't know very many people from where I go on the weekends." She's been trying to get your attention the whole time we've been here but you were looking the other way. Do you know one of the Forrester girls?" Yes, well no, I don't but I'm going to."Margaret pulled away from me and frowned. "You sound pretty sure of yourself. Are you always. I lost it while watching her play with her large breasts. She offered her nipples up to me and I gladly partook. I jerk and moaned as I planted a second helping of my seeds. Once we finished off ourselves and my cock had softened. I moved out from between Sharon's sweaty thighs and she let me spoon her. This only made me rub myself up against her large ass as I cupped her tits with my right hand. Sharon reached back and squeezed my ass.We took a short nap and then showered together, to save.