“Yes,” I answered with a smirk. His face broke out into an open laugh seeing that I shared the deprecation of my marriage vows. “Well I’d best...not mark you too much, or he’ll be carrying on about you being a dirty, fucking whore and a slut.” We grinned broadly at each other, enjoying his mockery of my husband.The smile left my face in a moment, as the wide, flat leather came thrashing down across my breasts. “Arrrgh!” I shrieked, my face twisting into a grimace of pain.“This is what harlots. Beth patted their arms in silent thanks for their help. She pressed her hand over Erin's, letting her know that she wanted more pressure on her tummy. When Erin had it right, she withdrew her hand. She had not opened her eyes at all.Emma began to extend the distance she was massaging, maintaining the pressure over Beth's ovary but letting the rest of each stroke become more and more like a caress. Soon, she was rubbing along a line from Beth's ovary to her mons. Erin picked up the ploy and. " Have you ever done anything else?" Well," the boy blushed, "Betty Morton used to let me feel her boobs before she moved away." Did they feel good?" asked Hope, getting hotter and wetter between her legs."Sure," he grinned."Did she like it?" Heck, yes," beamed Chip. "She loved it." The conversation momentarily ended when the boy excused himself and went into the bathroom. Moments later, when she heard the boy pissing, Hope got so hot she could hardly stand it. The thought of him having his. "Kale scowled, but said quietly, "I don't."Anders looked puzzled, "You don't what?"Kale shook his head in the negative, "I don't want her back. I want her safe."After a momentary pause, Anders nodded, "Understandable. But, hold on to that thought. I have a feeling this is going to be an important interview." He kept looking at Kale, "Can you scale it back a little. You look like you're ready to rip his throat out, now." Sorry," said Kale. "I'm new at this."Anders looked thoughtful, "It's too.