Andrews, we’re with the police department – sir, I don’t know how to tell you this easily – there’s been an accident – you’re named as t...e emergency contact for a Mr. Chen Tseng – are you and Mr. Tseng related?’Mike’s mind reeled – no – this can’t be – his knees weakened – he grabbed the door frame to steady himself – ‘is – he – what’s – how bad – where is he?’‘Sir – I’m very sorry – very sorry – Mr. Tseng did not survive his injuries – ‘Mike didn’t hear anything further – from his deepest. Kristy slowly slipped off her torn blouse and let it fall to the floor. She then, with tears running down her pretty face, reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. The teen eased it away from her breasts and let it join her blouse on the floor. Kristy was now standing in front of Randall, topless. He reached out and groped the pretty young brunette’s perky teen breasts. Kristy flinched and wanted to shove his hands away, but she remembered hearing how her mother had been treated when she. I told him I deserved the punishment and even though I enjoyed the whipping, I hated disappointing him. I told him I would try very hard not to disobey him again. We were both very overwhelmed with special feelings for each other. That collar almost set off an orgasm all by itself. I remember the first time we played the Geocaching game with me as the bait. That time the bondage was simple. My collar tied to an overhead limb, my ankle tied to a tree trunk and handcuffs. I texted the. . inviting. I sucked in a muted breath, my already stiff cock twitching eagerly behind my jeans. Thankfully, the way I seated myself on the sofa—cross-legged, sofa pillow over my lap—hid my arousal. Between my mother's skirt hiked-up around her upper thighs, and fairly revealing top, the view was wonderful, breathtaking even. And it made sitting in the same room with a television settled on the Lifetime channel all the more tolerable. Hell, it was the only reason I was in the.