Shetold him he could skip brushing his hair as Mary Beth would betaking care of it soon. He had forgotten all about that. They ate breakfast and he ...idn't say a word. Marie told him tohurry as they had to get to the beauty parlor soon. Ten minuteslater he found himself in the beauty parlor. He heard Marie tellher to use her best judgment on what to do. He heard her tell MaryBeth that he probably could use a manicure also and that she wouldpick a color for him. She left and Mary Beth went to. By the fifteenth swat I was begging them to forgive and then fuck me. After I was done, Mistress Lynne gave me another "five of her best" to make an even twenty strokes before putting the paddle down. My ass was given no quarter as my hole was lubed and my wife began to push her cock into my ass. She was gentle about the initial insertion, gently sliding in and out, a little further each time. The pain was intense. I felt like I was being split in two. But after that beating with the. The power of his muscles as he playfully wrestles me into submission, and a wet squirt splashing onto my stomach and clit. “Brutus you shameless horndog!” I laugh and slide my left arm under his head to escape under his front legs. Doing so, my back is turned to him, and he seizes the opportunity. He immediately grips my hips with his large paws, holding me in place.I yelp as his claws dig into my skin. Stupid. I shouldn’t have let him get me into this position without putting his socks on. I. I was in a great state of mind, and didn’t want to ruin it talking to my mom.”Come in here please,” she said nicely.”What,” as I entered the living room.”Come here and sit down, I want to talk to you.””Limp,” I thought as I walked over to the couch.Mom was sitting in the corner of the “L”, I sat near the edge. “Did you have a nice day today,” she asked softly.“Yeah, just hung out in the pool.” I said quickly. I just wanted to get this conversation over with. I was still all worked up, and.