Even in her black funeral attire, the front was low cut enough to show plenty of cleavage and clung to her nice slender body. Her smile was contagious..."I think you may have gone to school with Frank’s daughter, my step-daughter Cindy. Didn’t he?" Marsha said as she pulled her hands away and turned to Cindy standing right next to her now.Brad couldn’t help it as he felt a boner coming on as he turned and looked at Cindy."Oh my God, Brad? Of course I remember you. I remember you played trombone. ..yes Mistress, did ityesterday night?.?How many times did you do it yesterday???Twice Mistress?.?Does this not deserve punishment?.?Yes Mistress, it does, please punish me Mistress?.?Get on your knees, spread your legs wide, place yourhands behind you head and close your eyes?.I did so, and waited for my punishment in anticipation. i didn?t have long to wait.Mistress? Royal Foot camedown heavily on my balls and i writhed in pain. iclutched the bottom part of my stomach in pain.?Did I ask you. This time together was made even sweeter by our recent separation. A year ago I convinced myself that she was having an affair. She stonewalled my attempts to confront her. No explanations. No remorse. No reassurance. No attempts to sooth my feelings or counter my suspicions. Just, "If you loved me, you would trust me" and a defiant stare. I withdrew. My employer offered a transfer to another state and I jumped on it. Two months ago I realized I was only hurting myself by staying away.I found. If I killed him here in the church, what would the reaction of the people here be? I didn't want him to live but if the law would kill him, then I would let it. If not, then I would take care of him."If you'll promise on your soul that you'll testify, I'll let him live. But I'm taking him into the sheriff!" I reached over and grabbed Michael by the shoulder pinching a nerve, "Get up, you sorry bastard!" I grabbed some prayer books and tore out the page marker cord from them. Throwing him on his.