“If you feel that way, then why are you here?” Melissa’s voice was weak and yet, she found the courage to speak. “Steve, this isn’t easy f...r me to ask…I mean…I never would have dreamed that one day…I would be asking you to spank my daughter. But I know in my heart that Karen should be spanked for the theft.”“Melissa, if you had been caught shoplifting at your daughter’s age, or for that matter, at any age, how would your parents have punished you?” From looking down to the floor, Melissa. Squatting down in front of the still urinating Sandra I took a deep breath and tried to relax the hold on my bladder.The seconds passed and nothing happened. I could feel Sandra’s gaze locked on my pussy and this was not helping in the slightest. I was very conscious that my own pubic triangle was not shaved and was instead a mass of brown curly hairs nestled around my lower lips. Between Sandra’s thighs, her squirting shower of piss was beginning to wane as she finished her leak. If I did not. He watches his fingers glisten before popping them in his mouth. Trevor hums around his fingers and closes his eyes. When he opens his eyes he looks at Aaron, "Jealous?" and leans over me. His tongue swipes at Aaron's lips before diving in and sharing my taste. I'm a wet and withering mess between them. I don't even realize, until Trevor growls and grabs my wrist, that I had my hand in my pussy. Trevor stands up and tosses me over his shoulder. Before Trevor rounds the corner into my room, I. My mom and step-dadboth have jobs that start early in the morning, so I take care ofmyself, like I've been doing for the last couple of years."You're a big boy, sweetie. I trust you to take care of things." Is whatmy mom told me, and I dont ever want to let her down.I do that often enough.Once I'm done, I put back the cereal and milk where they belong andrinse out my bowl and put it in the sink. I do a quick check to makesure I haven't left a mess, and then I grab my jacket and start.