I bent my wife over and gave her some good old fashioned spanks over her slacks. Her panties have a habit of riding up over her bottom cheeks so her s...acks did not afford her much protection. I turned a couple of times to make sure Brian had a good view from the kitchen, which he did.I then asked my wife to stand and remove her slacks to reveal her ample bottom cheeks poking out through her panties, which were now wedged between her bottom cheeks. I then proceeded to spank her some more. All. Her own trainers. She tried the door, found it opened, and went downstairs.“Ah Yasmin darling,” Sadie greeted her in the kitchen, in a short robe, “just in time to pour the coffee, if you wouldn’t mind.” Sadie and Matthew, who was in his suit, were sitting at the big wooden table. Both of them molested her thighs as soon as she came in range, but she realised she’d have to put up with it: if she tried to avoid them they’d just tie her to something again. And so far she hadn’t had to put on the. Young Timmy started the ball rolling by pulling little Tracy's pigtailso hard that she screamed loudly and dropped her ice cream down AuntieDaisy's neck.Cousin Robert, not to be outdone by Timmy, threw his jelly at Bobby. Hisaim however was not too good and the quivering mass landed on the faceof Mother-In-Law Dalrymple, leaving her for once speechless. All thechildren started crying and shouting at once, each blaming each otherfor the atrocities that had occurred.After a few judicial slaps. " Had Beth gotten around the inhibitions? "How far did you go?" Where did you sleep last night, Jack?" Frieda asked.I eyed Beth who was popping her eyes and waving her hands for me to go ahead. "With Beth."Frieda blinked. "Where was that?" Her bedroom?" It was a question. Maybe it shouldn't have been.Frieda flicked a glance at Beth. "Could you describe her bedroom, please?"I turned to Beth. "Are we wide open here?"Beth looked embarrassed. "Well, for the basics, anyway." Okay." I turned to.