“Oh, please no.”Suddenly the girl’s hands were on her shoulders and it was so easy to get her to fall to her knees. Scarlett guided Layla as the...girl kept her hands firmly on the woman’s shoulders. Layla’s eyes remained steadfast on the boy’s hand, as he continued to jerk his cock . . . like a madman. “I love watching Jeff jack off. I let him look at my bare tits and once in a while . . . my pussy. Shit . . . he can last forever when he masturbates. I don’t know how he does it!”Layla couldn’t. The thrill of this uproar of sensual excitement, even with the pain from each slap, allows him to understand how Emma longs for him to discipline her this way.He feels tears beginning to fall as his cock hardens more and more.Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank.Over and over.Emma’s hand is getting a little sore but seeing Donald’s red ass on her lap stirs her so. His cock being held so close to her slit, she knows he must feel the fluid dripping. Doesn’t look too bad,” he said. There was a tugging at my ankle as he untied the rope around it, and then the other. I got my feet back under me, gratefully taking the stress off my thighs and wrists. He then untied my hands and slipped off the blindfold. He was smiling at me, and grabbed a towel off the top of his dresser and wiped off his mouth, still dripping with my juices.“You liked?”“I liked, at least until that 2x4 got rammed into my ass, anyway,” I said, looking over my shoulder at the. Jerome Daley was a skeptic, period. I figured his cynical outlook on life was fallout from his work."Yeah. Ask me three questions. I'll either lie or tell you the truth. You decide which." All right. How old are you?" Thirty-two."A lie. He thought thirty-one first."What is your middle name?" I don't have a middle name."Apparently the truth."Where were you born?" Buffalo, New York."Another lie. He was born in Bountiful, Utah. How much should I tell him? Ah, heck, we need him on our side. Let it.