Ted looked around the tables at the people who made up their dinner party. What an interesting mix. He mused silently that if Jesus could eat with sin...ers, than perhaps he could do the same. On the side of the table with him were his wife, Abigail, Allison, the Rawlings girl and Ben. Across from Ted sat John Merrill, then his wife, Phil Goodwyn, Jack, and a redheaded girl he did not know.Ted had tried to monitor all the conversations, especially the one between his wife and their daughters,. Your fingers wrapping around mine, your arms outstretched above your head, your body pressing against mine, and the sharp breath you take: these are the signs that tell me I have taken control.Your body trembles at my touch, my fingertips skate over your skin, barely touching, like the breath of a ladybug. Goosebumps form over your flesh, following in lock-step behind my fingers. The work is slow, every inch of you becoming imprinted in my memory, your ragged breath makes me hungry, your. I still keep the special paddle on the wall with her name on it.It will always remind me of how she blubbered her silly excuses and pleaded for mercy just to stir me into greater effort with my arm and skillful use of the nasty hard paddle. My memory holds true with the perfect shade of her reddened cheeks. They changed gradually from snow white to fire engine red as the blows from my paddle stacked up into an impressive cumulative quantity of affronts to her self-respect.The feel of being. ” And with that, he shut his door and sat down on his queen sized bed. “Come here,” he smiled. I walked over to him and sat right in front of him, leaning in for another kiss. This one was less questioning, and more fiery and passionate. My pussy throbbed even more, and I knew I wouldn’t be leaving this room a virgin. His Nike shorts did nothing to hide the bulge in his cock, and I teasingly laid my hand upon it, causing it to throb and strain. Zach groaned, and kissed me even harder. Knowing.