.. the clerk will never come back... The dress was a tangible, real symbol of what Cindy so desperately wanted to believe--needed to believe in order ...o save her sanity.But nothing ever helped the cold stab of utter terror which would slice through Cindy when the doorbell rang, or the phone jingled, or somebody would hail her name... For in that instant before she heard or saw who it was, she had the instinctive dread that it was the postal clerk again... Thank God Howard finally returned, she. During the day time my aunt was moving normal as if nothing happened yesterday night, but I took every chance to view her flat belly and her full bloomed balls whenever she bent down to take something. By the evening all the visitors went back and I was left alone with my aunt. Then I also started to pack my luggage to go back. My aunty interrupted and asked me to stay for one more day. I readily agreed which made my aunt happy. She prepared some good food and we both enjoyed the food. . ............................ WACK,.................................... WACK,...... Chloe laid the strokes down hard and fast upon David’ bare arse. Betty was surprised at the curiosity of the strokes that Chloe was laying onto David. WACK,..................................WACK,...................................WACK,......... David was crying out, this was no playfully spanking session, this was a punishment caning and Chloe intended it to be so. . When I reached his head, I put it right in my mouth and sucked gently as I began to moan from my own pleasure. God, I love to suck cock. My head began to bob slowly on his fat cock, each time taking it a little deeper. His hand was still on my head and one of my hands was massaging his balls as my other hand reached for my own cock. This hot motel room scene went on for a few minutes. Nice rhythmic sucking. My mouth feeling the soft flesh on his rigid cock."That's good boy" he grunted,.