Grasping for straws, she decided that they could stop by the grocery store and get the fixings for a simple meal to cook at her house. She asked, “H...w about I cook some pork chops, baked potatoes, and corn?”“Sounds good,” he answered, “but I don’t want to make you go through all that trouble.”“It’s no trouble,” she countered, “we can stop by the store and pick up the ingredients. I’ll start the potatoes and we can relax for a while.”It seemed very reasonable to Jerry and he said, “Sounds good. Maybe I could have all three and see if one of them pops another kid.I was almost physically sick as soon as I had the thought, since that was how I had discovered that Rosita had that terrible disease. The two extra women were physically appealing at least, in the event Millie went into her crazed desire to add another female to our relationship again.It didn't take but a minute to dress and let the dogs out. I went to the kitchen area, heated two cups of leftover coffee in the microwave, and. "Spread your legs, cunt," you whisper harshly.I obey immediately. Then I feel the crack of the crop on my ass. Again, harder this time. It hurts, but I don't dare move. You whip it some more. Getting harder and harder. You can see the red marks and welts forming as the crop cuts into my skin. Your cock hardens at the sight of thin lines of blood forming on my white ass. I am trying hard to stay still but the pain is growing. I am sweating profusely now, struggling to be as still as I can.. "Was there anything particular you had in mind?" Oh, I don't know," said the boy breezily. "Nothing that would leave red, I suppose. And nothing visible under the moon, you understand. We, ah..." He lowered his voice conspiratorially. "She likes the open air."Bron's hand found the hidden tripwires beneath the second shelf. Slowly, without moving any other part of his body, he turned his head. The boy was leaning forward, his elbows on the counter, his face totally absent of the humor in his.