From now on we'll just use the terms girl, or she, or woman. That makes it easier. Our special friend in this story was a girl who loved to do her own...performances, not lip-syncing but doing imitations of the goddesses of these girls; Madonna, Cher, Liza, and, of course Judy. She did it so well the clientele grew. And she was never alone after the performances. If one of her compatriots didn't want to go out and have some fun, then a patron would. And every evening ended in the massive. What swiftly followed were not a couple of playful swats, but several stinging slaps to her derriere. "Hey," she yelled, finding her voice, "What the fuck are you…" Her surprise quickly became anger, and she reached back to try to block his slaps but he easily pinned her wrists behind her back with his free hand. The spanking halted for a moment. She felt prickly sweat spring up on the back of her neck, beneath her arms, and strangely, wet in between her thighs. The back of his hand traced a. To Angelique, it looked like it was between Cleo’s legs but jutting up from around her knees. Angelique watched as her daughter’s hand came down on his hair and she pulled his head backwards while stepping over him. Her was pussy inches from his face and her pee covering his face as she gushed.This time was different. Cleo was looking at her step-dad all the time. Watching him wank his cock. Watching him take her piss and watching her pussy edge ever closer to his mouth. Cleo didn’t cross the. Urworstfears: I know what you did that night that your husband was arrested.Still she refused to answer my chat.Urworstfears: I will show the whole world, starting with your church what you did. Is that what you want?Still she didn't reply. I was troubled that I wouldn't find the right thing to say, in order to get her to respond. Then a light bulb went off in my head, and I began to type again.Urworstfears: Maybe your mom, or especially your dad, would like to see a video of their little.