Maybe Jane Timmings. I saw you talking with her the other day. She seems nice.”“She’s okay, but the person I want to go to the movies with is yo...,” he said taking her hand in his.When Katherine seemed a bit taken aback, he quickly covered by bowing deeply and adding, “if my lady will see fit to accompany me.”She laughed. “Oh, sir knight, how can I refuse?”He released her hand but maintained eye contact. “Mom, are you lonely?”“Honey, why would you ask that?”“Because you haven’t been on a date. She quickly showered and cleaned up. She made sure to shave her pussy clean as Jermaine seemed to like that the last time. Heck, all guys liked that. She put on her best perfume and got herself looking good. As she looked at herself in her full length mirror, she thought she looked extremely desirable. As she sat on the couch trying to resist the urge to either play with her pussy or turn off the lights to make it look like no one was home, there was a nock on the door. She almost jumped into. But he was captivated, he had had a very precise brainwave for a program that no one in the world had ever managed to create.He was so exhausted, he felt like a dead man. Thomas hammered the last line of code. He dropped backwards from the gaming chair into bed and was already half asleep while falling.It was 11:30 am when Thomas opened his eyes. Without hesitation, he got up. He was so close to reaching his dream. He turned on the computer again. He downloaded his program onto his jailbroken. The bitch reached one gloved hand out and spread my pussy lips apart to reveal my hard clit, ready and begging for attention. She lightly traced a circle around the hard bud with her finger and I felt my hips grind against her. Before I had a second to enjoy it, the whip came crashing down on my clit and I screamed out in pain. I begged her to stop; but she ignored my pleas and continued to punish my clit by whipping me five more times. She laughed and told me I liked to be treated like this.