“Bend over the bed slave!” you say. I hurriedly do so all the while nervous as you reach for the belt that is ever present in our chamber. “Why ...ould you defy me this way, what were you thinking slave? You were certainly not thinking of your Master, were you?” Whack! The belt lands on my ass and I flinch involuntarily and gasp. “You will not say a word or move slave.” Whack! Whack! Whack! I bite my lip. Whack! Whack! Whack! I can surely taste my own blood now. Whack! Whack! Whack! A moan. “Wow!” he said in amazement, “I didn’t think that was possible.” He was looking at Charmaine’s anus, Andy had both sets of fingers in her anus and was pulling them away from each other.“See if you can fit any in between,” Andy said.Still feeling the pain from the spoon smacks Charmaine dare not argue that it would be to much she just glanced back at the boys with an evil stare. “You look feisty and sexy with look on you face, you are just making me even hornier,” Matt said as he started to. My curiosity was peaked. When she called me and said she had a house she wanted me to look at, I dropped what I was doing and headed over there. She was waiting at the front door when I arrived and I noticed as she opened the screen door that she was not wearing a wedding ring anymore. 'Interesting,' I thought to myself. As we toured the house and had idle chit chat my curiosity got the best of me and I causally asked her, “So how is your husband doing?” She turned around and with what I think. Five days after her forced trysts with Mr. Kingford and Toni Ann, Gina found the ledger hidden inside a stash made to look like a book—one of those things that cheap mail order houses sell for $9.99, plus tax and shipping. Daddy had always been an avid reader, but the title “Breaths of Summer” didn’t fit his collection. No way would he own a book titled like a compilation of sappy, Hippy love poetry.One entry in the datebook catching Gina’s special notice would be indecipherable to someone who.