"Cyril grabbed her arm and tried to free himself but got a hard slap across his face for his trouble. Tears began to well up in his eyes as he slowly ...ropped to his knees."Never ever lay a finger on me again," Karen spat. "You're nothing but a worthless piece of shit. I know all about your disgusting videos. I've seen you staring at me in my bedroom. I know just what you are, a disgusting little pervert. You're all high and mighty on the outside but you know what you are inside. Say it, tell me. T walked over and rubbed my ass "I thought you told me your boi was smooth I am seeing lots of stubble on this little slut" then he smacked my ass. "May I speak Daddy?" I asked very softly Mr. Smith allowed me to "Yes my boi you may" "I left myself unshaved for you Daddy I was thinking how you may enjoy doing it, I am sorry if I was being disrespectful Daddy" all the while my head was on the floor and my ass was up and spread wide for both of these mature men. Mr. Smith walked to the closet to. She was an impoverished cousin and at first living on the farm had been a challenge since she was used to city life. Yet, since she had arrived at Ulani’s estate, Ulani had treated her more like her dear cousin, who was helping her in her time of need, than as her maid and nanny. Ulani certainly didn’t behave the same way as the Ladies at court did.Dee had learnt that Willow and Prue were also cut from the same cloth. They could play the game of Ladies of the Manor, but they worked just as hard. While they didn’t know it yet, there would be a balance between them, a Ying and Yang that would offer mutual fulfillment. Dinner began comfortably enough, good food and a nice French wine in a quaint atmosphere. Sheryl led the way that night, gradually and gently unveiling the thought that they might share more than just good Bordeaux. Initially surprised by her liberated expression of desires, Steve was flattered and aroused. Thoughts of Sheryl in his arms, her firm breasts pressed against.