By the time Rosie was allowed up my erection was back with a vengeance.Mrs. Smith struck the shaft again and told me to expect the strap on my penis i... I failed to control myself. Rosie had not seen that part of my punishment so I was keen to try to lose the erection.Rosie watched as I was bent over the desk. Mrs. Smith made no effort to hide the fact that she slid her fingers along my cock as she parted my thighs. I was determined to be brave. ‘Crack’, ‘crack’, ‘crack’, ‘crack’, ‘crack’,. He is no longer the owner, I am.”I stopped smiling and slowly pulled a sheet of paper from my breast pocket, “I am sorry that Mr. Wilkinson is in jail, I didn’t know and the court didn’t say anything. I have this document from the court that has him listed as the legal owner. I believe that I will need my attorneys check with the court and very its validity.”He made his first mistake when he stepped into my personal space. I smiled and said, “Sir, you do not know me well enough to invade my. I lustfully stared down into her wide open eyes, peering up into mine. Without saying words, I assumed that the look in her eyes said so many things she couldn't speak. Things like: "I've never had this size of a cock in my mouth and throat." "Please don't choke me and let me breathe at some point." "I am ultimately trusting you." "Thank you for taking control and using me and making me feel wanted." At times, I would mercifully let her breathe and let her get out an over-excess of saliva on. Debbie and I drove up with a rental van and loaded her stuff, spent the night in a motel and drove back on the third day. It went smoother than I thought and by the end of the third day, she was moved in. After a few weeks, things seemed to get a little tense. I guess that is how it is when someone else moves into your home. We didn't realize the sacrifices we would make in order for her to feel a part of the family. Debbie walked into our room without announcing, and once or twice it was very.