But now I tend to think she said it because she thought I was rich.John Cerutti is a mean 53 year old man.He is kind of a honcho in a big company. Don...t ask me what he does, but he must make heaps. He owns a huge Victorian house with a two-acre yard and a swimming pool. He also owns a Mercedes Cayenne. But he never gave me a credit card.I was not allowed to work and make my own money. Not that I ever wanted to, but just to show you the kind of man he is. I always had to ask him when I wanted. Getting an inflatable butt plug out, he pulled the funnel out of her ass and pushed the plug against the tiny hole where water was starting to leak out. Pushing hard, he got it buried inside her as she arched her back and cried out hoarsely from the pain. When it was seated good, he took the inflatable ball and pumped it a couple times. “Anything comes out of that hole before I say it can, you are in for another beating. Understand?” Jake threatened and she nodded unable to answer as pain was. . 'What are you doing? Who was that?Demi said.. 'Don't worry about her, she'll be back another time, tonight it's just you and me'And with that she opened the sheet I was wearing, took a look down, smiled and let the sheet fall to the ground. With the window still open she turned around and leaned over to hold on to the window sill so that her ass that I worshiped so much came back to meet me so that my cock rested between her ass cheeks which were barely covered by a freshly cut pair of jeans,. The black, muscular hoodlums are the worse for their anger and I have to work extra hard to relieve them of all that anger. Mom said she pushed back her shoulders and her housecoat fell to the floor. Fuck bitch, your dripping wet. The muscular, black, teenage boys standing beside Tony said. I am afraid I fell in that mud puddle beside the back door Terry. Mom said in a stern voice and looked directly at Terry and then Tony. You both saw the big mud puddle. Didnt you? She asked turning around.