Jill hadn’t even been inside the house and her pussy was already wet, her nipples were hard and her legs felt like jelly.Fay grabbed her left hand, ...ave her a glass of chilled rose for her right hand, and led her onto the back deck where Alex and John were already grilling dinner. Kisses, kisses all around. Hugs all around. Caresses. More hugs. Kisses and more as everyone got comfortable, sat down and lifted a hearty, “Cheers!” to one another.Then started what to all outward appearances a. Carol blushed. Or blushed more. But smirked as well. “Was I really that loud?” she asked me.“Not quite as loud as Maryanne, but you’re getting there.”“You don’t seem to mind,” she said, relaxing beside me.“I don’t. I love my innocent dirty mouth cutie. Though I might get me some earplugs.”Bringing her lips to my ear, and breathing out her words, she whispered, “Then you couldn’t hear me tell you how much I love your big long beautiful cock, Babe.”I shivered a little and started to harden again.. However the frequency had not reduced. He wasn’t learning. Even when she made him bend over for the cane he claimed he was sorry and wouldn’t do it again, but once the caning was over he just seemed to lapse back in to his old ways.One thing she noticed though was how he was well behaved in company, as though his fear was to be disciplined in front of anyone else. Sheila had started to threaten Scott with a more public spanking and he visibly shrank away at the thought. Still, Sheila knew if. Advertising, Bidwell explained, was the lifeblood of any radio station, but, happily, selling, and producing, the advertising was the responsibility of Jemison's ad salesmen, both local and regional. All Bidwell (and, later, Paul) had to do was keep the station on the air, assure that FCC logging rules were obeyed, and see to the continuity of daily programming. "You decide to stay in radio, and want to make any money," Bidwell advised, "you need to get into the advertising end."There were two.