Like my dick wasn’t already sore- and my knee HURT! I got on here and just surfed some trash. I got into some trash talk with some buds- even a STUB...ORN one (and you know who you are, fucker!).So about 11:30 AM, I’m starting to flag. Tired- and if I don’t get some shit done, I’ll pay for it later when John gets home. And I’m thinking I need a NAP!Lo and behold, I hear this noise going on outside. I look out the window, and see that there’s scaffolding going up across the street and two doors. He clicked on some button and set the device aside. He stood up headed to the kitchen and came back with 3 joints.“After party anyone?”---------------------------------The trio enjoyed the rest of the night making small talk, jokes and smoking. Occasionally, one of them would make fun of the other, reminiscing some aspect of their prodigious threesome. Strangely, Helena had not felt the onslaught of guilt she thought she would have. Maybe it was that she was too tired to feel guilty. Or maybe. "I spoke with your mother. She's a delightful woman. I told her that you needed some special instruction. She is very cross with you that you didn't call her and tell her. So, I'm sure you'll get a good scolding when you get home." When am I going home, Ms D?" I looked at the floor when I asked. She grabbed my face and put her face about an inch from mine. "When I have finished with you, that's when." Then she slapped me, hard! I cried out and cowered away from her and she grabbed my hair. She. The smacks stung my bum and made me quiver with delight. Tyke resumed her slow teasing of my pussy, slowly and gently running the tips of her fingers over my labia but stopping short of my clit. I was going out of my mind with frustration, wanting her fingers in me and her tongue on my clit. 'Please fuck me,' I said again. This time she smacked me six times, slapping my bum and the backs of my thighs hard. I gasped as she hit me, trying to wriggle out from underneath her without actually.