..Through her muffled crys she tearfully says "please stop!I'm not a slut! I'm a good mum!"He plunges his fingers into he wet cunt... And says.. "The ...vidence says otherwise! ...and I still need payment ... I'm bloody furious you called me out knowing full well my rates .. Knowing from the start that you couldn't pay... What's more flirting shamelessly with me all the while"Lady says" oh no! I know it was wrong but I had no choice, - but I'm no whore.." "Well I could really punish you for. You'll be fed. But you'll be much more comfortable dry. Off comes one diaper. Ugh!" Bob talked the whole time until he brought her in to me. She managed to lose the pacifier on the way and was starting to cry again before she got the real thing. Bob left us to put the diaper into the bucket and to find the lost pacifier.Her father's daughter, The Kitten cheered right up as soon as she could suck on a nipple. She was contentedly half asleep before Bob got back. (When we had broached the idea of. After the first encounter I was more eager to fuck her now than ever during the week that past I caught glimpses of her in the bath and even heard her one night when I was in my own bed she was maturbating as I could hear the her moans and groans I was wondering what she was fantasing about.I had to wank my hard cock at the sounds of her masturbating and wished it was me playing with her wet pussy and hard nipples.It was now Friday and my mom informed me that she was going out tonight for some. “Yes, very nice. Welcome. Come on in, Carl.”“Thank you. Here, Mrs. Colosimo. I wasn’t sure if I would get a chance to bring this over before Christmas, so why don’t I give it to you now.” I was holding a large foil wrapped package, and she took it with considerable curiosity.“Thank you. What is it? Jeana will be down in a moment, I’m sure. Take your coat off.”“Thank you.” It was a chilly evening, like most December evenings in Maryland, cold but no snow. A white Christmas was a rarity here..