”“But, Walter...”“We both know that is not all you are doing. You need to be taught a lesson, Mable. It isn’t proper to watch folks. Go get ...he paddle and wait for me on the sofa.”“But, Walter!” I wail.“No buts, Mable!” he says firmly.With a hand on my bottom, I sulk into the house and get the paddle. Stomping my feet in my Mary Jane shoes, I head to the couch to sit down. I am fussy that he still doesn’t believe me. But I know, Elizabeth! I know your secret and someday Walter will believe. I want him to keep shifting in his seat while he pretends to work on his laptop. When my fingers gently trace the length of his cock through his pants, he'll know I'm touching him because I want to. I want him to keep ignoring me, like he doesn't notice a random stranger is feeling him like this on a plane. I have a feeling he has a huge cock. I want to be able to slowly unzip his pants under the tray table and rub him though his boxers. Ideally, I would love to find a way to pull that hard. The last one, the only boy, was called Mario Andres, just like his father, and he was 11 years old and everybody called him Marito. Addicted to video games, he has a Nintendo and a Playstation, and that's what he entertained himself with all day when he was at home.The first and second month at home everything was normal, in the morning everyone went to work and Malu went to high school and she had a year left to finish. Mario went to school, the only ones left in the house were the three. I never tire of her beautiful tanned looking Indian ass. I could see Tom glancing frequently even adjusting the mirror. Before long I was licking and playing with her pussy as Tom did his best to keep quiet and drive. The night before we had shared a motel room where Tom was tormented as my wife and I fucked in the very next bed or rather put on a show for him. Now he watched in the mirror as we made our way to the vans fold down bed and began fucking and whispering. You want him to help me.