” She could hear Dad’s chuckle from her parents’ room. Pete, on the other hand, stuck his head out his door. What was Pete doing home this early...on a Saturday night?Sunday, she was up, showered, dressed, and fed well in time to leave with her parents for church. The liturgist was a high-school kid, a year older than Pete; Reverend Lawrence was making some changes. As they left the service, Andy came up to them.“Mr. Grant. I’m Andy Trainor.” Dad grunted affirmatively. “There were really two. "You hear me slut, this is my car you follow my rules. First is no questioning anything I tell you to do and second is you must refer to me as Sir" "Um...sure" I answer You strike my legs hard and I feel hot pain flash in front of my eyes "Shit! Why did you do that!?" You smack it again and I notice your pants becoming tighter as you enjoy my pain "I said...refer to me as sir at all times, and you said you understood. When you disobey me I will be forced to remind you of my rules. Do you. Head pressed into the pillow she yelled, no more. Spreading her butt open, Savannah pressed her tongue against her anus. Megan gripped the pillow as Savannah attacked her butt with her tongue. A muffled plea to stop could barely be heard as Savannah drove her fingers in her soaked vagina. Moving from her anus to her taint and back again with her tongue, Savannah rubbed her clitortoise with her thumb. Megan began to relax and catch her breath when she felt something stiffer than Savannahs tongue. "I want to swim," she said. It was a lie. She wanted his hand up her pussy, his finger to work on her clitoris, his other hand up her asshole. The feel of the pool and his hands, the mixing of flesh and water and passion-Anne wanted it all at once."You know," he said, blocking her passage by putting one arm on either side of her body clamping a good hold to the tile edge of the pool, "you can't leave right now." Want to bet?" she said. She faked a duck under his arm. Jerry moved swiftly and his.