Except today! Today is the day after your recent birthday! It's hard to believe that you are finally grown up to be at the age of an adult! The big on...-eight!Your mom has finally considered you to be adult enough to not need to be constantly babied after anymore, allowing you to experience the wonderful sensational feeling of what was called, "Independence."Having grown up in a purposely sheltered life, orchestrated by your mother, you are only slightly aware of how held back your social skills. Rachel let out a long gasp, grinding against me, clearly enjoying the creature's attention.Oh god, she did notice!I had one moment of panic."Rachel... what the..." Shhh... shh... relax," Rachel whispered, looking up at me. "Let it happen..."I flinched away as it touched me, the suction cup slippery and hard, a nervous scream rising up from my very soul only to be swallowed with an otherworldly forgetfulness.The tentacle moved inside of my pussy, my lips parting instantly as the nubby end of the. You deserve a reward my pet. You get to have my belt for twenty strokes. Each stroke you are to count and to thank me for allowing you this honour. “ “Yes Sir....one, Sir thank you....two, Sir thank you.” Peter took his time with his belt – slowly growing in the pace of the lashings. He noticed that his pets voice getting shaky on the 8th stroke and by the fifteeth her sensed she was ripe and ready as just a couple of tears hit the desk below her body. On the twentieth stroke, Peter walked. “Do you have many friends at school?” I asked.“Yeah, several. Why?”“I haven’t noticed you spending time with them.”Addison sipped her Coke again and put it on the glass-topped patio table. “I see them when you go to work. We go out together.”“Doing what?”She shrugged. “Sometimes we go to Starbucks. Sometimes we go to the mall.”“Don’t you have them over here? Would you like me to host a barbecue for them?”Her response was dry. “Not the way you cook.” Then she laughed. “Just kidding. Sure. I’ll.