Connie knew she needed to be punished, she didn’t realise quite how hard I was going to hit her, we took a short break then started again as I spank...d her I reached to her cunt, she was wet through. She touched my cock, I did not react but carried on spanking her hard, my hand was starting to sting but I carried on spanking her hard, she cried out UNCLE again. We went to the car to talk about her punishment. We sat in the back seat together and Connie said that the Spanking had really. Luckily the bus stop was right outside her door and she was there within a minute. She waited. And waited. She felt the tension in her stomach rise as the minutes slipped by. ‘Please hurry up!’ she thought, ‘pleeese…’ She looked at her watch and saw that fifteen minutes had passed already. ‘God,’ she thought, ‘I won’t make it. Josh’ll be home in forty-five minutes. I’ll just have to think of something else to get him.’ She was just about to return to her front door when suddenly the bus. It had just been me and my for as long as I can remember. My mum died when I was four and honestly, I didn't remember much of her at all besides a vague memory of her voice. My daddy had raised me alone, a single dad at only twenty-two. Daddy had had a few girlfriends over the years but mainly it was just me and him. Now, with me at seventeen and daddy at thirty-nine, we were used to having just each other as company and honestly I preferred it. Daddy could still pass as thirty and he wasn't. When I looked down at her, her face was streaked with white cum, some dripping off her chin onto her ample tits. She silently said thank you and I watched as she moved around and kissed the woman fucking her husband, smearing sperm against her lips. I walked over to the bar again, to relax, and returned to watching the show on stage. The redhead was still sucking as each man jacked off next to her. The man to the right pressed his cock against her cheek and shot his load of thick cum. The girl.