I run my tongue along the surface which made her to tremble and shake; she then squeezed my head against her cunt: I was not going to prolong this an... more and would git it in, so I began to part her vagina lips using my tongue as a tool and began to pocke my tongue deeper inside her. Needless to say, I was aware those pink lips were longing for sex: THIS BITCH WAS SPILLING CUM, and churned from so much satisfaction, not to mention she had already arched her back as I got to her clit, . Instead, he cuddled her and realized that she was asleep long before her head hit the pillow. He wasn’t prepared to tell her that ‘Pretty Boy’ had drugged her. ****** THAT FATEFUL MONDAY Work called and Jennifer watched Peter rise. ‘My head is splitting!’ she exclaimed. ‘Sweetheart, I believe I made a complete ass of myself, as I can’t remember anything about last night. ‘Yet I’m positive I had only one fruit punch. Everything’s a complete blank after that first drink. That handsome young man. To thank me, Grey Wolf gave his battle tomahawk to me. It was hand forged with a 4" curving face and 6" long head seated over a 1" diameter oak handle 18" long. It was almost as big as my camp axe. I thanked Grey Wolf and knew the custom of always giving a gift in return of almost equal BUT NEVER GREATER value, since that would be considered rude.Reaching behind my back, I untied the leather thong holding my Bowie sheath to the belt and pulled the knife and sheath off my belt and handed it to. "... Yes, my husband... I'm a whore. A filthy little whore." Well, at last we get to the truth. What shall I do with a whore of a wife who fornicates with her own father on her wedding day?"She knew the answer he wanted. "Discipline me, my husband. I have been unfaithful. I deserve whatever punishment you give me." Get the riding drop from that cabinet," he ordered. She silently obeyed."Now take off your clothes and get on your knees."The dress, panties and shoes quickly lay on the floor beside.