"Oh!" "We need to finish your punishment. On the bench." You move from the bed pulling me with you. The bench sits in front of the window and the curt...ins are open. "Hands on the bench, ass out." Turning to her, "My belt is in my bag. Get it for me, please." Yes Daddy" She retrieves your belt, which isn't a belt at all but a wide leather strap made for this purpose."Angee, you still have punishment coming for your disobeying me last week. This is for trying to lie your way out of this. I have. So it was for me after my incredible first time with Faith. My desire for her grew daily until I was obsessed and only able to focus on her. To make matters even worse, despite snatching some illicit time on the phone, my chances of having her again appeared to diminish with each passing day.Okay, she was married and almost twice my age — but my mind was awash in the hormones of youth, cursing me with a willful foolishness and an almost fatalistic lack of patience. Regardless of the realities. ”“Don’t worry about it, it was worth it. Just clean up and keep this between your legs until we get you back to your apartment.”“I really did have a great time and I have never in my life felt as good as I did when we both got our cum at the same time,” she told me.“We’ll do this again and I hope you still want to have a baby. I’d really like for us to.”“Will you bring your matchbox back when we do? That was some good shit, and that was some hot fucking you put on my ass.”“You did the fucking,. It was actually pretty hot to think of how barely-legal he was.Twink Boy wanted to have fun with it. He put on some music, started dancing, and promptly launched into a striptease. My dick responded right away; I’d seen my share of strippers and lap-dancers, but this was my first chance at a real happy ending.Twink Boy insisted I keep my clothes on, at least for a while, and I wasn’t about to argue. Then he gyrated his crotch in front of me, always staying just out of reach. He undid his.