? ?No Sir.? ?And that chest has stopped heaving, if it ever was.? ?Yes Sir?. ?Why, 790?? To his credit, he continued to look at me, rather than down a... his feet, and didn’t bother to cobble together an excuse. ?Actually, you don’t need to answer that. You just need to think about it 790, yes?? ?Yes Sir!? ?This will be the last time you hear me say this, but I want to give you another opportunity, 790. I want us both to forget about the first exercise, 101 minutes, and your decision to stop the. I ignored her jabbering and turned her over my knee. Her squeals echoed off the walls as I reddened her cute little ass for her and set her back on her feet. It was an entirely different person standing before me rubbing her butt than I'd encountered when I walked into the room."There is only one man in the home of Altair Hassan, especially in the bedroom. Understand?" I said firmly."Yes, husband," she replied meekly.I think she started climaxing while I was still clamping the shackles on her. Soon from where I was sitting with my girl friends hand rubbing my cock as I fingered her through her soaked panties even we could hear Joe,s cock slurping against the Young Fraulein,s cunt walls, loud sucking sounds as their second organs worked together. Before he could shoot his heavy load she pulled away from Joe, took hold of his cock and began to frantically fist him till he groaned and a large heavy blob of sperm shot from the tip of his cock and streaked its way a full ten feet across. He was standing near Tracy when she had waved.It really wasn't that bad, Mark thought to himself as he neared the purses. Not worth crying over, Mark decided as he smiled. Definitely not worth crying over as he picked up a little black patent leather purse. The clasp had Cinderella in enamel on it. "This one!" Mark mused out loud before suddenly realizing he'd just done that."Got one, I see?" Mark's mother said looking at his choice. He'd picked black patent to match his shoes. Why that.