She came over to the bed. Her eyes moved around the room, looking everywhere but at me. She started nibbling on her fingernail. She was nervous, but s...e had no idea how erotic the gesture was. The tent got bigger. "Jen, what is it?" I asked as calmly as I could, knowing full well why she was there. "Um, we, um, we should...we should talk." I reached up and took her hand. She finally looked at me. "Yeah," I said quietly. I tugged her hand gently and she sat on the edge of the bed, sitting. Denver raised the cane immediately and brought the cane down hard again bringing a second shriek. The cane was immediately raised again and brought down for a third successive stroke in the space of a second. Mrs. Denver watched impassively as Emma struggled to hold on, but did so. Elizabeth counted twelve clear red lines across her daughter’s bottom. Emma felt the three strokes merge in to one. She lost control as the last stroke bit in to her bottom, and as the stinging spread right across. No love at all, her black lover just fucked her brutally, without a single loving little kiss…One of my favorite episodes was one morning after I left for work. The black man came over and Anita took him to our bedroom. After some intense licking cunt moment; Anita undressed him and then she just dropped to her knees. Then with sluttish abandon my sensual wife proceeded to suck his cock in a manner I think would rival a porn actress. She was so into it that she was slobbering all over him. Ana. I notice that the voices have quieted down enough so I can't make out what Chad and Isabella are saying.As I slowly creep down the hallway as quiet as a mouse, I can not only hear snippets of the fight, but I can also hear Max snoring. I know that rocker must be a sound sleeper if he can sleep through this war. From what I can hear of this war, I realize that it is not much of a war at all. I can hear Isabella's voice a lot more than Chad's. My wily friend is so mad that her voice comes out.