Her ass feels magnificent. At the same time as I round her globes, our mouths open and tongues touch for the first time. Ever so slightly at first. De...per and deeper our kiss becomes. I notice that we are starting to breathe a little heavier. When we break our eyes meet again. Sandra has her hands gripped at the bottom of my shirt. She starts pulling it out of my jeans and then releasing a few of the buttons to clear it over my head. Her hands go for my naked torso. We kiss again but I soon. It certainly hadn't been there when he'd left and he didn't have a room mate to leave things lying around. Angel didn't say a word. Instead she opened up the purse as if looking for something specific. A moment later she seemed to have found what she was looking for as she pulled a walled out and opened it up. She smiled faintly, then said "I believe that this is yours." "Mine?" Marcus was confused as he accepted the wallet from Angel. His eyes went wide as he noticed the drivers license. "Well, er ... I don't want to leave," she answered nervously. Her arrogance was waning at the sight of me in my spanking position. "But you can't possibly spank me!" she said still trying to wriggle out of what she knew was coming. "I'm eighteen, you know. Not some little girl." I got up and made to leave. “In that case I’ll leave you both to it.” Jill jumped to her feet and faced her daughter directly. “Go to your room and get packed,” she raged. “I’ll phone Auntie Eileen and tell her you. Her expression did not get any softer as she noticed that the room we were in was furnished with only one item – a bed."Let me explain," I started to say, a smile still on my lips."You had fucking better," Vicky growled, "or else."Even that threat didn't put an end to my mood. Instead I gave Vicky another broad smile and when I had, I got down to business."First off," I told her, waving my right arm about indicating our surroundings, "welcome to the playroom." The playroom?" Vicky asked.