He came over to me and raised the hem of my dress high and rubbed my ass. The first smack came down and I grunted and he did it again. I cried out. He...asked if I liked it. I answered, "Not really," and he spanked me again. He asked me if I liked his playroom and struck me again. I said, "Yes," and he spanked me again and asked if I loved sex. I said, "Yes," and again he spanked me. He put two fingers inside me and said, "It looks like somebody is turned on." He spanked me again, this time. "I was about to say that they were as girly as gel curls, and that I really didn'twant to be seen with them by the kids on my block. Then I saw Betty smilingat me."They sure look very...very..er..dressy."Betty came closer and gently touched one of my tendrils."I know. I'm hoping you'll wear gel curls or tendrils to the tea party. You lookso good with a dressy hairdo."My mother hadn't said much to me most of the afternoon. Now she cameover and stood next to Betty."Robbie dear, you look so nice. Jim moved into the vacated space pulling an oblivious Priscilla with him. He switched his attention to the left areola whilst Rose took over the right nipple from Jim. Their combined assault made Priscilla arch her back with pleasure and intensified her girlish babble."Oh, heaven! Yes! Make my titties feel good! Ow! You bad girl! You're tickling! Not fair!"Playfully, Priscilla tickled Rose back who squirmed under the attack. Giving up her passive role, Priscilla gave Jim a playful kiss and. Now inside her oven LP61975 looked out from within the darkened walls. Femcan Lana looked inside at the trussed up marinated piggie.With the door still open she turned the dial and selected the desired temperature then holding the dial pressed in, she flicked the ignition button. With a ?WHOOSH? the gas ignited and LP61975 felt the warmth of the flame. Femcan Lana blew him a kiss before closing the oven door securing him inside. He could hear the gas hissing and the large oven was slowly.