The motto flourish beneath is in New Testament Greek.”“Greater love hath no man,” Doc translated. He paused to polish his glasses with a handker...hief. They had inexplicably steamed over. He noticed that Margaret was dabbing at her glasses with a napkin as well. “It does embody the spirit of it all.”“Are my eyes playing tricks on me?” asked Margaret. “It’s a little hard to tell with tears in them. It seems like there is a shadow brooding in the background?”“Out of grief, hope must arise or it. It wasn’t about sex, she was just hanging out at the car wash playing with Mikah.“You are a man, therefore a fucking Dog,” she said to me. “When it comes to a piece of ass, men have no honor.”“Considering, I’m over sixty years old. I think you can stop worrying,” I tried to explain.“I’m never going to stop worrying about Effie,” she said. “I’ve got to run, I’m on my way to a call. It’s a breaking and entering of an occupied dwelling.”“Ah, the good old days,” I said. I was perfectly happy. She removed her blouse, unzipped and removed her skirt under which she was naked. My cock immediately nestled into her ass crack. I quickly removed her bra and put my hands on her breasts. She moaned deeply as I rubbed her nipples hard. She bent forward, pushing her breasts deeply into my hands and my cock closer to her wet pussy. As she did that, she wiggled her ass and my cock got harder and plunged deeper in the crack. I kept my hands busy squeezing and rubbing her breasts, as she wiggled. ‘ “Five. Thank you Master, may I have another?” she counted. “Six. Thank you Master, may I have another?” she counted.(TS:)’I hope this will last long enough for us to cum from Master’s belt.’ “Seven. Thank you Master, may I have another?” she counted. “Eight. Thank you Master, may I have another?” she counted.(MS:)’No! This is supposed to be punishment, not fun. We will NOT cum from real punishment.’ “Nine. Thank you Master, may I have another?” she counted. “Ten. Thank you Master, may I.