You remember all of those descriptions of cars that purr like a cat? I’ll be glad when all of the cars are electric.”“Kellie, you were treating ...im like shit,” she said. “He really doesn’t deserve it.”My anger flared and I turned on her in an instant. “What the fuck do you know about how to treat a man?” I spat. “Seriously, when was the last time you had to treat a man ... ANY MAN ... Any way? You haven’t had a boyfriend since you were...”Suddenly I realized what I had almost said and tried to. I hear you come up the stairs, in no hurry. You know that I will be doing just what you have instructed, so why rush? Finally, you open the door and come into the room and walk over to stand in front of where I wait, for your pleasure. “Those knees should be wider, slut, you know that,” you order. Chastised I spread my legs wider, completely exposing my pussy to you. My arms are beginning to ache from being held up. There are no cuffs, you trust me to leave them there. That trust however, has. Thing is, she's a preacher's wife, and she lives out of town—in a parsonage next to a church. No kids as far as I could tell. This one should be pretty easy—no hassle really. I know her husband leaves most days—usually in the mornings. So we shouldn't have any problem with this." She's a preacher's wife, hunh?" Rick asked."Yeah, and you wouldn't believe how good she looks," Bert said. "She's in her mid-twenties, I'd say, and something tells me that she wouldn't even report it. She'd be too. Its not over just yet, Frank said. Ive still got tape left that needs to be filled up. Frank pointed at Meg. Have you ever eaten pussy baby? Megs mouth dropped open in surprise, but she didnt get time to answer the question. I want you to get on the floor between your Mummys legs and eat her out. Frank said. Molly started to protest, but Frank reminded her he was in charge and she quickly shut up again. Lying back on the sofa she reluctantly spread her legs, exposing her pussy and showing just.