'" Cathy cried.I hit her face then punched her stomach, saying, "Don't ever talk back to me again." " You got that bitch?"''Yes." She mumbled with her...head down."Good, now let's go." I commanded. I looked over at Ron, who had jerked off watching me fuck his sweet wife; and told him not to worry. I told him I would bring her home to him after some training.As we went to the door with Cathy on a leash. Laughing out loud and turning back to Ron I told him that when we got back we would have a red. She crawled around until she was between his legs and then up between then. With her teeth she slowly pulled the end of his belt loose, suggestively she took the end of his belt between her open lips, sliding them up and down. Her hands now massaging his cock through his trousers, then they moved up and slowly undid his trousers.The French Mistress was standing over her shoulders observing – she whispered – “Mmmm nice work!” Licking her own lips. Tease knew, that from the point of view of the. As though reading my mind, splat, the next moment the hairbrush hit home. I shrieked out in pain. I looked at the floor but heard Auntie Sarah say “learning your lesson yet Emma?” I didn’t say anything. Couldn’t actually. I was crying too much. Yes I knew I was learning my lesson though. I was going to be such a good girl from now on. Maybe I understood now because I was 19 years old. The hairbrush hit home time and again. I know I was squirming around on Auntie Sarah’s lap but never once. Stop it.She considered standing at the door and watching them bring up his stuff but that seemed a little stalkerish to her. Then it dawned on her what Nathan had said. That the door was unlocked. Was it too much to hope that he would not lock it when he leaves?Of course, she gave up on that idea almost as soon as she thought of it. With her luck, she would just get inside and the guy would come home, and he would be a lunatic and sex fiend, tossing her around the apartment having his way with.