I don’t know if having my face there did much to please Cindy. Claire's fingers were sliding up and down her clit to where I could barely even get...a lick. Claire was getting wetter though and Cindy seemed to be enjoying what she was doing. I only hope Claire could get my wife interested in sex again or at least make her want me more often.I kept looking up at the girls as I sat below them admiring how erotic the situation was becoming, Cindy had laid her head on Claire's shoulder snuggling. I’ve worked at this law office or bureau for more than 20 monotonous years now, and this new young solicitor applicant turned out to be a black nice guy who also looked frightened and shy; extremely slim, 1.80 tall; perhap had won the respect at his construction company as a foreman post here. His Spanish was poor, with lack of grammar, however could manage to explain that his white boss had sent him here to inquire about getting his immigrant status for the clerk, an employee at the. The French were incensed with the current policies promulgated by the recently enacted treaty with England.Having dealt with the bewigged parodies of men representing either country I came to an equitable contract. I had runners sent to all tribes about the sweet waters offering a bounty for the ears of either Frenchmen or Englishmen, bounties to be paid from a list of forged goods, brass buckets, woolen goods, canvas or needles. Their wigs needed to be included. In this fashion no. The tears were flowing, from the pain and the humiliation, especially coming from my son. I had spanked him many times through the years, but being on the other end was almost unbearable. "Very good, Mother, now listen, here is our agreement. I understand you need help with your spending, and I am happy to help you, but if you overspend again.." Whack! "Ow!" "You will get spanked..." Whack! "Ow!!" "For every dollar of Dad's money you blow..." Whack! This time harder. "Ow, Ow!!!!" "And.