I tried to get free, but I was too securely restrained, and Jerry's cock wasn't f******n inches, thankfully, but he was as had as a rock and horny as ...ell. I don't know how long he had been inside my anal cavity and I surely wanted him to pull out and get off my body. For what seemed like forever Jerry rode my butt till he erupted and filled my cavity with copious amounts of his baby making fluid. Just as Jerry was pulling from my anus and sound from the other room caught my attention. Through. Don would always wait until she was literally quivering with anticipation – usually not a very long wait – before delivering two open-handed swats, one to each cheek.The first two were just warm-ups, they both knew that. Afterward Anita would resume her kneeling position and Don would return to his reading – until her attention ‘wandered’ again.The next two slaps would be noticeably harder, the wait before he struck – and the time between the slaps - longer. And the next two after that, and. This had to be the richest area of the city. How could Sonya afford to live here? When I finally came to the address that was scribbled on my hand I was astounded. Before me was a massive house surrounded by trees with a circle driveway passing under a large balcony held aloft by two immense Greek style columns. "What the fuck?" I blurted out loud, staring at the mansion. Did Sonya win the lottery or something? I parked my car on the side of the street and walked up the driveway, still in utter. See that alphanumeric number in the left-hand column? That's the port identification number. Each wall jack in every room has one labeled on it, so we can track them and troubleshoot them, when we need to." "Okay, so what's your point Dee Dee?" asked Clyda. "My gut feeling says that Barocca, or one of her group is behind all of this," said Dee Dee. "Right now, I don't have any proof, or any way to tie any of this together. But logically, who else has any kind of reason to operate behind.