We need to discuss our daughter."Holding hands, husband and wife walked on down the hall, eventually winding up in an alcove overlooking the front of ...he Retreat and the top of the driveway. Although Adriana had made a few comments about the beauty of their surroundings as they walked, it was obvious to her husband that whatever she wanted to discuss was of major importance. She said she wanted to discuss our daughter, but we're here to marry Lillian. Women never seem to think linearly, so I. Preston Dick, the man she is wed and espoused to now as both his bitch and whore of a loving wife. He is erect and straightened up on his feet right here before her very face and eyes, robed and geared in a black suit that looks as neat as a new pin and impeccable and spotless as an angels vestment. His shoes, just like his neck tie and wrist watch, are dusky and dark in color and shade. He is nice-looking and highly attractive to the extent that Daisy cannot help but let saliva trickle and. " With a stern grimace she lifted the rattan high and then brought it down in a delicious arc; the sound it made had his balls tingling with fear and his anus clutched tight at the plug as he yelped in pain as the evil rattan bit into his flesh, and then squirmed in agony as the stinging pain pulsed through his buttocks. Before he could get over the stinging agony he heard the cane come down again and writhed in agony in his bonds yelping like a girl. Miranda's cunt moistened and tingled with. "So, when do you want to head out?" I said, as we dried each other off. "Oh crap, I still need to pack." I dipped down to kiss her. "Someone distracted me yesterday."She just laughed. "Well, you distracted me enough that I still have to go home and pack. It's about six hours to LA. We should leave later, to avoid the rush hours over there." She frowned. "Oh, and I promised Daddy we'd do lunch together. We should leave after that."I groaned. "Maybe he'll figure us out today." Oh, I'm sure we.