As you could expect, I was quite nervous about being seen by the people that he works with, even more so than that client family that I met earlier th...t morning. Never the less, I somehow found the nerve and grabbed my purse and car keys and started walking bare footed down the pavement of the parking garage to the elevator to the ground level so I could cross that busy street to the restaurant.I could tell that Jerry knew that I was a little uneasy when he placed his arms around me as we both. I want to be loved and respected and not seen asjust the help.My mother, Rose Smith, is a lovely, maternal woman. I am very close toher as I took after her physically. I am small and slender like her. Weare also a lot alike personality wise except that my mother tries to besubservient to my father. I know it bothers her but my father has her sobrowbeat and intimidated that she doesn't fight back. Don't get me wrongmy father has not hit her, but he does tend to use a little. Then they started squeezing her boobs, once they pulled her nightdress apart and her bra up and off her boobs.“Damn, they’re harder than before,” Channa said. The two men were trying to squeeze her boobs as hard as possible.“Aah!” Kareema was moaning repeatedly as the men squeezed her boobs over and over again. Yes, it still hurt her a bit, but she knew that this time it won’t hold her back for long. She knew that this sex was going to be her barrier breaker once and for all.After a while,. ."Smack. Smack. Smack. I broke after 5, and on the 6th spank my voicebroke and I let out a faint sob as I counted the hit. The 7th camebefore I could recover and I couldn't help but let out a fuckingpitiful yelp as her iron palm connected with my poor, reddened arsecheek. 8-10 overpowered my ability to hold back the tears forming in myeyes, and I felt them begin to run down my cheeks. I couldn't help butfeel that if my arse cheeks could cry they would be too."Well done, Josh," Miss Stevens.