I didn’t want to do it anymore, but no one else in the house would wake her. I dearly loved my Grandmother. She would love to read you books or hel... you with homework. Her hugs were heartfelt and unconditional love radiated from her smile. My love for her and the terror of seeing her suffering with these dreams unsettled me to the point of near paralysis. I feared her like this. I dreaded her like this. I hated her like this. This time was the worst I had ever seen her. Both arms were. ‘I’m positive there’s a couple that won’t, but they aren’t very big, so that won’t hurt too much.’ ‘Okay, then I’ll want to go over some key accounts that we haven’t been able to approach for one reason or another. They will make up your future business opportunities.’ Fiona was shaking her head. ‘Boy, did I pick a winner when I hooked up with you.’ ‘I’m feeling the same way … and I’m not just talking about last night,’ I said just as Tina reappeared. She had the good grace to look slightly. Don't stop until you hear me say 'Uncle.'" He laid his belt against her ass and she closed her eyes. The belt disappeared and then a moment later, landed hard on her ass. It was a good first effort, enough to make her go "Ooh!" He reared back and brought the belt down again. A little harder. He was starting to get into it. He settled into a rhythm of about a second and a half between each stroke. Each one elicited a little squeak from Francesca, but she still felt like she could outlast his arm. I had already placed our order before I picked up my slut wife, and it would be ready by the time we got there. I was not sure if I wanted a young male to see my horny, ejaculate covered wife, or an older female. As we drove along Cheryl would scoop a bit of the jizz off her face or leg and lick her finger. I found it quite erotic as she did this, just a naughty thing for a woman to do, I thought.We pulled up to the pickup window and Cheryl reached out and pressed the buzzer to call the wait.