She opened the door fully and walked inside.“Found it in my other jacket. Oh, Mike! I’m so sorry!” she started to well up as she sat on the bed ...ext to me.“I’ve been such a bitch to you. I can’t believe what’s happening to me. A shitty job, a fucking asshole husband who leaves me for his secretary.” she started to sob. I put my arm around her and tried to console her.“No Micheal. I mean, you’re the only one who supports me and I crap on you too as soon as something goes wrong.” She was crying. Your sister’s report is much better. It paints a very different picture of you. I want you to read it sometime,” he said as he dropped her printed confession in front of me. I didn’t pick it up, but I nodded.“We are going to take our time in the kitchen. Once I am good and ready, I am going to walk out into the living room. Your sister will probably have already quit. I told your mom to show her a very uncomfortable position. Did you ever see me make your mother press her back against the wall. Thethought of teasingly rubbing my cock along her crack through her men'sunderwear had me starting to dribble pre-cum from my cock. As if shecould sense the teasing I was thinking of, she grabbed my cock andsqueezed, then rubbed the tip along the seam of the fly of her briefs.She then dropped to her knees. At first I thought she was going to orallypleasure me, but she soon showed that I was solely meant for her delight.Again she took my cock in her hand, and then began tracing round hersmall. But the sensual caressing could not last forever as Amy slid my pantiesdown to my knees baring my ass for their torment. Then the spatula waspresented to my face for me to 'bless' it. "Here goes," I mutteredbefore pressing my slick red stained lips to it. Amy took her timechoosing exactly the right place to swing the first stroke. It stung forsure, Amy was stronger than my little sister, but I didn't cry out rightaway. Mentally I recited in my head 'one'.After five on the right ass cheek.