I needed to call my brother again. He'd have a good idea what my talk should cover.And Charlie and Maddy ... I hadn't even thought about a gift. Proba...ly Weena had. We'd have to shop this weekend. What was it, oh, yes. She'd take the whole of next week off to compensate for the two doubles on this past weekend. Not next week. The week of March 21st to 25th. I guess we'd drive south with her dad, looking at places to live. Weena'd sent him the stuff she'd picked up in Bunbury.I picked up the. Ken's cum is not offensive and while secretly hoping for a drenching that did not happen. The enormity of the first load was not to be repeated. The best I could do is keep my mouth over the top and take it as he shoots. There is one problem with using the family retreat for a weekend. Privacy, or lack of privacy. Friday evening the lady Maddie whom I mentioned earlier comes walking in. Making lots of noise. Things being moved. She knew where we were, eventually the bedroom doors fling. As he did so, she was acutely aware of the audience of naked Kobekistani males watching and felt a tingle and quiver in her depths at the thought of being displayed to so many men as she was thoroughly reamed by a truly competent swordsman. Stroke after stroke slid firmly into her vagina, the end of his weapon prodding her cervix as it bottomed each thrust, the back stroke taking all but the glans out of her vitals and leaving her feeling vacant and empty. As he pistoned evenly in and out,. I wanted her to hold her and keep their tongues touching.“You didn’t grip your ass the entire time you worked outside,” I said as I spanked Becky’s butt with a wooden paddle. She looked annoyed like I was disturbing her with petty nonsense. She told me to bring it up in her evaluation.“I am bringing it up now,” I said, and I spanked her again and told her to count. “May I get into the punishment position, Sir?” Becky sounded annoyed and counted the two swats like she had better things to do.