I played her drunk confession on my phone. She was scared to death. I got up keep my phone and slapped her three four times. Bith you like fucking na ...ow I will tell you about fucking. Get ready bitch I will sell you to brothel, where you will get many cocks. She was begging me to show mercy. I told that you don’t deserve that. Now there will be only fucking between us. Get ready else I will kill you. She got up got fresh and wear salwar kamez. I shouted that. Be like bitch wear what you used. Strange happenings now common place, that now have us practicing selfmonitoring, self isolation, and quarantining. Media types now callinganyone that dares to even disagree with the published storyline, aCovidIdiot.We are wearing face masks all day, washing our hands, twenty times a dayand we must not forget to social distance. Skype meetings and face timedating, crazy, crazy world indeed.Personally I think the whole world is a walking, talking, living,breathing conspiracy theory. All these. After a while Gidget looked over at me and asked me a question. “Mikey, did you spank Bree before when you picked us up this morning?” “I gave her a swat on the butt, yeah. I’m sorry Bree.” I apologized. “You don’t have to say sorry, Mike. I needed to be spanked.” Bree looked at me contritely. “Wait, what? Why did you need to be spanked?” “Because I hadn’t pleased you, like I should.” She reluctantly looked up at me, smiling shyly. “What because you were late? I wasn’t that mad, I just needed. After only a few more moments, her hands took hold of mine and threw them down to the bed. Her eyes were alive with fire and lust, as she began to move down my body. “I can feel your hard cock, but I need to feel it inside me!” Her hands hungrily pulled at my sweat pants, sliding them down my legs leaving me only in my boxers. She used her tongue to trace from my ankle up to the base of my boxers, her hand rubbing my bulge through the fabric. My eyes rolled to the back of my head.