She’ll understand once and for all this ain’t no game and I ain’t that pussy-whipped husband of hers. She may be used to getting her way in most...things, but this is Frank Harris she’s facing now, not that gutless wonder she’d been married to. I’m the man around here and the sooner she gets that shit through her head the better. He rubbed his hard cock, squeezing it through his fatigues trying to alleviate some of the pent-up pressure. Then she’ll sign the paper and I can fuck her brains out.. Thank you for teaching me what I should have already known. I hope all my squirming on your lap did not make your job harder.” “And how about Holly, she had to sit here too.” Turning to face the smiling witness, Missy forced out between sobs, “I am so sorry, Holly. I know you also have very important things to do for Dean Perkins. Please forgive me for taking you away from your duties to record my answers and witness my butt being spanked.” “Not to worry, Missy,” she replied. “It was truly my. So, one fine day, I was alone and watching porn on my laptop, suddenly, the door bell rang, I was nude at that time. Then, I wrapped a towel around my waist and I opened the door and saw Sarita aunty standing there. Oh my god, she was looking very hot in the red saree. She had come here to meet my mom. I welcomed here and told she will be home soon. And suddenly, her phone drops on the floor, as soon as she went to pick it up, her cleavage was visible and I could not control my self, I was. "You found the head yet?" What's a head?" Well, besides the thing that holds your ears apart, on a boat it's where you pee, poop and wash up." "Oh, yeah. I don't know if I used it right, though." "As long as you close the lid, then step on the pedal for a four count ya did good." She brightly said, "Oh, Okay!"I sat up and looked at her bony ribs. "Hungry?" She tried to look apologetic but it came out as anxious as she nodded. "Come on, then. Let me out of my bunk. The galley's callin'." I.