In fact my oversexed pussy killed him. I would tire him sexually and still ask for more cock. He felt helpless. I would humiliate him,” Fuck me you ...astard…Can’t you satisfy your horny wife?….Look at my young pussy…..It need nice feeding……You bought an insatiable cunt you bastard……I need a fat cock in my hot cunt……You are just a Daddy with a drooping cock….Ohhhh how I wish you were a young stud……If you can’t fuck me…..Get me a big fat cock, you wimp bastard.” He would just stare at me, his. Dad would have bent me over his lap and spanked me for that.And now Clint was the man of the house. I had to respect that. I made a choice yesterday. Dad always said, “If you decide to do something, stick through it. Don't give up because it's hard whether that's your job or your relationship, Zoey.”I nodded my head.“Say it.”“Little brother, will you please punish me?” My cheeks burned. God, that was humiliating to say. How did Lee get off on this?“Good.”He moved with confidence. You would have. "All right, I'll do it." You know," I said, "you haven't had any training yet. It could be dangerous to just start in on this without training."I slid my hand down his back and fondled a cheek."But I do want you to start on a program of exercise right away."I pressed against him and rubbed the other cheek."So it will be my responsibility to come up with a suitable regimen for later this evening, after dinner has settled."Jeff smiled. "I have complete faith in your judgment."I pushed him down on. I was preparing for my entrance exam at a coaching institute. The timing was fixed at 6-8pm. I used to park my bike with great difficulty since lots of students used to park theirs. Once I had been late to class due to some work. I had a mind setup that there could be no place for my bike. But when I reached I saw a senior girl trying to take out her scooty. I thought of keeping mine there. But since the place was packed tightly she was having problem in taking out her scooty. She was beautiful.