Why are you bullying my son? Should I file a complaint to the principal?” I asked.“You can try. But I highly doubt it would work. Instead, we can ...peak this out. Like two grown-ups,” he said and went into the living room.“If you’re a grown-up, you should have behaved like one. Bullying the weak ones is such childish behavior,” I said and followed him to the living room.“Look, you said it yourself. He’s too weak. I’m just helping him to be strong,” he said, sitting on the sofa, putting one leg. Now I must say this before going any further I been with squirters before but this girl was a pure water fountain. When I said cum it was almost like a stream of water from one of those public water fountains you get a drink from. She left such a puddle on the floor that I untied her and made her lick it. I told her what a dirty lil bitch she was for cumming so hard and get back up so you get what’s coming to you. I tied her hands back up to the top of my closet but this time her face facing. The plan had been to visit my Asian mother and daughter team the very next day to have my laundry done. The mother and daughter were always in the laundromat, even on Saturdays, so my plan was just delayed, not canceled.I really missed Jen's big shower but it wasn't the only thing I missed about her house. I missed the central heat as well. It was nice not to be either freezing or too warm. That's how it was with a heater, which was not thermostatically controlled. Those two things almost. He imagines her moaning as Bruno drives into her. Then he stops when she rolls over onto her side. “Good morning,” Cathleen says. “I was planning to wake up first.”“Oh?” Alan says, lifting an eyebrow.“Yes, I had an amazing dream,” she says.“Me too,” he says, smiling.“Did yours involve a big dog named Bruno?”That smile on his face gets even bigger. “That’s strange, and I’m not going to ask how it’s possible. But I like it.”“And I liked what was happening in the dream,” she gasps. “Bruno was.