Hard. Not very hard, but hard, and the wailing and crying that resulted was enough to convince me that I had really hurt him. I didn’t care. I just ...ettled on my knees on the back of the crying boy and used my knife to cut bands from his parka, which I then used to tie his hands behind his back. Almost absentmindedly, I noticed that by doing that I totally ruined a nice parka. Yeah, like he totally burned down a nice house.Only when I rose, I noticed that his pants were wet because he had. Down, down. Up, up. Then my cock’s no longer to be seen. Every last inch in her mouth. She’s grunting, giving little gasps. “Looks like I was right. No slut could take all that if she wasn’t used to it. Little cocksucker.” I let go of her. Hand goes to thigh. Nylon beneath fingers. She gasps, gives a little snort. Saliva, a huge string, dangles from her mouth. Separates, falls. “Look what you’ve done to my trousers, you fucking slut!” “What did you expect?” “Get out!” “What?” “Don’t worry.”. That means you'll be on your own again for three days. Since you handled it so well the last time we think you could handle this one as well." Kate and Bri tried to hide their smiles as what their parents said sunk in, a whole three days to themselves! They spent the next hour going over details, mostly "dont burn the house down, keep Rourke inside at night for protection, we'll leave money for food, call the neighbors if something happens yadda yadda yadda..." Once. Veronica heldTyrese head and guided his tongue, moaning as she continued, ?You willstart by getting the feather duster, cloth and furniture polish andcleaning every surface in this room!??Yes, Miss Veronica!? said Archie helplessly. He knew better than totalk back to her at this point. Archie found the cleaning supplies inthe kitchen and returned to the main room where he began to dust andclean. He SO much wanted to be joining the others and join in the sex,but he was only a sissy and he had to.