I spit into her beautiful blue eye. Pulling out my cock I let her fall to the floor, suck my cock you little whore! Grabbing her face and slammed my c...ck down her throat. She looks at me terrified.This is what you wanted bitch?Yes more, use me...I slapped her face. More she begged!I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her into the kitchen. I put her up on the countertop laying on her back. I thrusted my cock into her ass. She put her legs on my shoulders , I slapped her tits over and over as I. Soon both were being introduced to bondage, domination and discipline, especially corporal punishment. This pleased their foster parents no end since this was now incorporated into their daily activities at home. Annie's parents were in the medical profession; her father was a gynecologist, and his wife was a nurse. Jill spent hours on the examination table, her naked body securely restrained, legs spread to their limit by the stirrups and her plump bottom elevated to allow the. “There’s the bar here,” She waved to where Dakota was smiling and looking bored. “But we want to head down there.”She gestured to a grass canopied gazebo down beyond the yoga class and lifeguard chairs. A couple of girls were hauling baskets in.“One sec,” I squeezed Shani and handed her off to Olivia. I smiled back at her communicative finger. I grabbed Vanessa’s waist. “You can drink right?”“I’m on call.” She worried.“Just the one?” I pleaded. “My other dates have uterine parasites.”“OK, one.”. She must have had at least eight. With no one in the house but the two of them, Karen had been extremely loud and appreciative of his performance. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was releasing ten years of frustration. This routine kept its rapid pace for three weeks. Every night after the children were asleep, Karen was in Jake’s bed. She was careful about making noise but seemingly more eager each night. The first weekend the children spent with their father, he picked them up at 6:00 on.