He slapped Cassandra hard across the face with an open left palm. She winced, but could not and would not try to escape. I could see her will herself ...o let go. She moved her hands to her stomach and pressed inwards. A second slap, slightly less hard but a backhand, surprised Cassandra and she emitted a high-pitched yelp. A third, harder slap produced a faint redness to her right cheek. Cassandra knew that Sierra would get six slaps because of her. I may have read her wrong, but from the. . . . Suddenly i spanked them. . . . . . She let out a moan. . . . My cock was hard again. . . . . I said aunty I want to fuck you. . . . she said I’m all yours. . . I made her sit on the kitchen platform , widely spread her legs and entered her pussy. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. ‘Anyway’ I began, ‘let’s look for these guys’, although I felt sure that they had just been out for a walk. The cliffs were tree-lined, and we found we could creep right up to the edge and peer over, without any danger of being spotted either by people on the track behind us, or below. We saw nothing, and decided to proceed further along. As we walked, he said that his name was Ian, and that he worked nights at a local factory packing sandwiches. He laughed that it wasn’t a great job, but the. I didn’t come out here to be entertained.’ ‘How strong would you like it?’, Garret said with a sly little grin on his face. ‘Just don’t forget I have to drive home at some point,’ Sierra replied watching in astonishment as Garret poured a generous amount of alcohol into the glass. ‘I was hoping for something more than cranberry tinted vodka dear.’ ‘Eh…you need to relax.’ And that’s exactly what she did. After Garret grabbed another beer from the fridge, they went back into the living room..