Sue knew that since Tim had just fucked her very hard and powerfully, he'd knew a few minutes to recover and "reload" before she could expect him to "...eliver the goods" again. She knew just what to do to entertain him and get him turned on and totally hard again. With his cock semi-flaccid after their having just fucked, Sue leaned over into her son's lap, taking his large beautiful cock and she caressed and stroked his meat, and cupped his sexy hot balls in her hands. She loved seeing Tim. I figured indexing the files on all six computers according to my own list of keywords would speed the search and I wouldn’t have to watch her prostitute herself.As soon as the bank opened in the morning, Cinnamon drove me down and I got a safe deposit box. I deposited all the jewelry. We went to the office next. I don’t like entering the office in disguise but with Cinnamon guarding the front door, I closed and locked mine so I could open the vault.I still remember the first time Dag opened. “Tell me about it!” Claire replied. “He’s probably been on some BDSM sites or even Femdom ones,” Jerome chipped in. “Remember that couple from the Midlands? Five... maybe six years ago?” “Molly and Dave?” “That’s them,” Jerome responded. “What about them?” Claire asked. “She used to cane him in front of us,” Karl told her. “Why?” “He was well into pain and humiliation,” Jerome told her. “She used to make him stand naked in front of us. We were all naked of course, but she would belittle. “Parish Nurse” taped on the door established jurisdiction.I’d see campers on Sunday during coffee hour, a Methodist institution specified on the Wittenberg Door. Nobody wonders if the Parish Nurse might herself want coffee. My first one was Owen Krebs, 14.I knew Owen as always at the head of the potluck line, hardly a sin, though some older members might think so. You could hear him actually singing in youth chorus, not just mouthing, so that was a plus. As tall as me, but that didn’t prove.