I had seen this ritual many times on Webcam, although doing it was a lot different than watching it. It was definitely humiliating to be in this posit...on fully exposed and vulnerable – more so even than earlier when I was being spanked.Stefan had his back to us and refused to even look even though my ass and pussy were winking at him just like Betty and her daughters were from the floor.My son made our oatmeal in the microwave and then started preparing a TV dinner for himself.“Maybe if you all. I pleaded her to leave my penis. After my cry she left it. She then asked it how it was. I told her it was very painful but i enjoyed it very much.i told her that she made very hot in this hot weather. She also said that she too feels like removing all her dresses in this hot weather. Telling this she started to remove the knots of her petticoat. She continued to remove her panties and exposed her bushy vagina to me. She was only wearing her black bra. Soon she removed that too and threw all. “You like books?” Tom’s words, aimed at her back, were wrong. They hung, clumsy, in the air, far enough away that he couldn’t grasp their useless tail and drag them back to his mouth.She did not shift her gaze from the book as she moved away. Strands of dirty blonde hair had escaped her hat, dropping like snakes either side of her face.Still she read. Her tongue, on leave from her mind, sauntered around her lips. But eventually: “Like isn’t the word. I’d marry Faulkner. He makes me dizzy.”“He. ?Hello Miz Fennelly??Hello, Ramona, you can call me Gwyneth if you—?But my sentence ended in a shriek as Ramona yanked one of the binder clips off my nipple. A tear ran down my cheek, it was so painful.?What a sissy you are. Crybaby. ? Ramona was a mean one.I tried not to let my lip tremble.?So what’s Miss Rich Bitch doing now? You want to write me up now?? Ramona yanked the other nipple clamp off my right breast and I burst into silent tears. Ramona slapped my jaw lightly. ?You know, I didn’t.