“Bend over the armchair, young lady and remember – do not move or you’ll receive extra strokes.” She pointed over to the armchair with the nas...y piece of light-tanned leather.Lucy slowly walked over to the chair and bent right over it, resting her elbows on the far arm of the chair. She then buried her head in her arms and continued sobbing. Mrs Jensen walked over to where Lucy was lying and bent down. She raised Lucy’s dress out of the way once more and then took a step back, working out where. . and that just wasn’t meant to be ... I guessed that it was caffeine, and lots of it, for me and the Bottoms ... and the rest of the growing tribe. Little did I know that the tribe was ready to grow yet again.It was Deacon Aaron Jones himself, looking a bit sore, tired, and worried for his part. I was glad that he wasn’t taking this so well, naturally. The racist asshole deserved to suffer more than a little, though I hadn’t gotten a chance to mail out the tape. Well, now I was naked as the. The hair is the same color as Marie's, which makes it just that much more exciting to me. Now as the camera comes around to face the woman I can't wait to see her mouth stretched around the behemoth cock. That is when I finally see that the woman is my wife, Marie and in that instant I cum all over the floor.I sat there in shock, that just couldn't be right, Marie will barely touch my dick let alone put it in her mouth. This must be trick photography or something but then I remembered that. But ... it bothers me a bit to think about reprogramming the cameras so I can spy on what the two of them are doing behind that wall. What if they’re just going through there to get away from the cameras so they can fuck without being spied on? She’ll be back one of these days, and she already knows I spy on them, but be dammed if I’ll be called a pervert, or be one,” he growled. “But, I’m beginning to think there’s something going on behind that hide other than fucking. She’s taking some of.