That's when I saw she was hold a pancake turner in her hand. "Mom! Mom! Wait! Please!" But unfortunately I was close enough to her that she co...ld grab my arm and pulled me over her lap like a rag doll. I cringed as she delivered half a dozen quick, painful smacks to the back of my shorts. She grunted with displeasure and jerked my shorts down my legs roughly. The pancake turner on my bare bottom was a dozen times worse and I squirmed and cried and tried to get away. But she held me down. ”“Okay, so how are we going to fix this mess?” “As I said I’m not sure that I want to?”“So the old boyfriend is looking after your needs.”“How did you know that?”“Just male intuition that’s all.”“Yes, we are enjoying spending time together. My needs are finally satisfied.”“Do you love him?”“No, but in time maybe I could learn to.”“What has he got that Gary doesn’t have? I mean Gary wants more sex. You want more sex. You both love each other. You have a good home. I haven’t met your children but. After cutting a few slices, he lowered each one into a bag of powder, coating it in white crystals. ‘Now girls, hold out your hands.’ The two girls, who had been sitting together on the couch held out their hands silently. John took the other bag and took a large pinch out of each and sprinkled it on the girls’ hands before doing it himself.‘What is this stuff?’ the redhead asked, nervous despite herself. She seemed to be one of those cool and aloof girls – never wanting to speak too much in. But when I looked over at Mac to see his reaction he wasn't even watching us! It looked like he was watching some redheaded bimbo shake her ass on the other side of the dance floor!Now I was really mad!The next time my dance partner pulled me close I pressed my body against his and ground my tits into his muscular chest like a huge slut. And when his large hands slowly eased down my back to hold me close by firmly gripping the cheeks of my butt I just smiled.When I glanced over at my brand.