Except for my head, she waxed me stem to stern Friday night. She had plans."Wake up, huggie bear, we have a lot to do-oo," Lilla said playfully."Morni...g, baby," I croaked as I grabbed her for a hug.She hugged me back, squirmed away and said excitedly, "Come on, let's get going."Lilla could barely contain herself during breakfast. She was so beautiful, so open and full of life. I loved her so much.After breakfast she ran upstairs while I finished my coffee and read the paper."Oh, poo-kums," she. For my unsuccessful attempt at entering my tongue inside her asshole, she later she rewarded me with a lot of whipping. This time she said she will whip till she saw blood coming out.? She began?.thack! thack! I still remember the way the flog fell on me, like it was going to cut my ass?.It seemed like an endless ordeal. But she was not to give up?.until she saw blood. And yes, not only did blood ooze out of my ass, but the constant flogs also made the soft surface develop craters?with many. The shot pulled out as her hands started to caress her very hairy pussy. As the shot got wider, the woman rolled over and I instantly recognized her as my neighbor, Maggie. I’d never seen her like this before. My heart was beating fast as I watched her slip two fingers in her pussy and masturbate for the camera while stroking her big tits and pinching her chunky nipples. As incredible as this was, what shocked me the most was the thought that Hank must have filmed it. Did this mean he was. He hopped up when he heard the knock at the door.One would think Princeton would have had a live-in maid or butler, but he liked to keep things simple. His housekeeper arrived by 9:00 a.m. and left at 4:00 p.m. during the week. He didn’t want to be bothered or really have prying eyes on his nightlife. He would hire staff if he were hosting a dinner party at his home. He looked out the peephole and opened up.“Hi there,” Princeton smiled.“Hey. Wassup, Mr. Wells,” said the six-foot-one,.