He told her his mother sure didn't look like her. He told her he had been thinking about fucking her all summer and after yesterday, he knew she wante... it and he pushed her back on the couch and pulled her shorts and panties off telling her not to scream or he would tell everyone how she had been teasing him and let him in the house. She knew it was true and let him have his way with her. She said she couldn't help but look down and watch as he penetrated her and he saw her and told her he knew. Just think the name Manix and then send whatever you'd like to say to him." Pharnuil instructed his apt pupil."Manix, can you hear me?" Agent Peterson asked after just a bit of hesitation."Yes, I am here. You must be Pharnuil's friend Agent Peterson." Dale replied."Yes I am. I hope calling upon you this way will not disturb you too much. Would you prefer I arrange things through Pharnuil or with you directly?" Peterson inquired."Either way is fine Agent Peterson. I'm sure Pharnuil would enjoy. SPLATT!The other cheek was colouring up to match its neighbour as the first slight moan was forced from her lips.SPLATT!She started to sob a little now as the pain of the third blow was superimposed on that of the first.SPLATT!The fourth arrived exactly over the site of the second did elicit a tiny scream from her.SPLAT!This time she screamed in earnest, because the blow had fallen most unexpectedly on the side of one breast. This, she realised, was why the bench was so oddly constructed. Her. ‘Mmmm, yeah, I guess it is. It just feels so good Michael. ‘ she sighed softly into the pillow, grateful that he couldn’t see the small wet spot on the front of her pants that she’d gotten just from the massage. She felt she would DIE if he saw it and laughed at her. She hugged the pillow as he continued to massage down her back, her face buried in the pillow and sighing occasionally. Michael was also glad Amanda couldn’t see the bulge in his pants he’d gotten just from touching her. It’d been.