She reluctantly gets to her feet, lipstick all smudged and a tear running down her cheek. "You should have done as you were told," I say. "You've been...naughty and now you need to be punished."I tell her to turn round and lean over the kitchen worktop. I reach round unbutton her jeans and pull them straight to her ankles, knickers too. They're soaking wet, Christ, I can smell how fucking wet she is.There she is in front of me, jeans and knickers to her ankles, exposed and shaking. smack I've. "Especially when they have to sneak around the bushes and peek through someone else's windows. Did you learn how to do that in your stalker's handbook, David?"David pushed off of the door and took a step forward that Frank interpreted as somewhat threatening, but held his ground."You think it was me?" David demanded, sounding incredulously offended."Why not?" Frank replied. "Seems like you like sneaking around, and I'm pretty sure I owe you for this, too," he added, indicating his lip, which. I let out an uncontrollable moan as ecstasy overwhelmed my body. You removed the ice, bent down and began to suckle on my breast while having a finger inside and working my clit with your thumb. I wanted you inside me soo bad..but I also knew that was what you wanted..the control. I leaned forward and gently pushed you back. I slid off the bar, took your hand and led you upstairs to the lounge. I gently pushed you down onto the couch, got on my knees in front of you and began undoing your. One hand drifted down to absentmindedly rearrange his swelling gonads, then remembering some of her saucier asides went for broke and unzipped for more freedom. Finally, the bathroom door squeaked open. Something shapeless and fluffy flew around the corner to attack his face. His cock twitched in recognition of the soft clump of lacy satin drenched in female arousal. He gave it a good long satisfied, possessive sniff before doffing the impromptu headwear.Mother stood before him, dressed much as.