AAAAAHHHHH.. AHHH.. I cant.. AAAHHHH?. CRACK? AAAHHHHHHHHH ?. ? ?Now Nancy.. will you be a good girl ?? ..?yes father I will ? ..?CRACK?. aahhhhhh?...PLZZZ?. WHOOSH.. AAHHHHH?.. ? Nancy started pissing?. ?Nancy.. shame on you to piss like this in front of us.. You will be punished extra for pissing like a whore.. ?James shouted.. He resumed whipping her clit. ?AAHHHH? I cant.. AAAHHHH? Stop it.. CRACK .. AAHHH.. Stop it.. AAAHHHH? Nancy cried. ?Oh you started giving orders to me? I will show. .. and as you say, there’s more than enough scope to tantalise our women with some variety of disposal...” Her smile broadened as the figure of a huge woman loomed closer, her infectious and cynical laughter heard above the cacophony of excitement that surrounded it.“ ... and I’m sure Mother Fifi would love to oblige in the way she dealt with one of that party.” Minter’s surreal experience of absolute submission, led on a leash through this erotic mixture of heaven and hell, was taken a step. She felt his words reverberate between her legs, and in the pit of her belly. Alicia remained silent, not wanting to admit that she ached for him to watch her as she came. “Answer me. That is what you want, isn’t it, Alicia?” he sternly asked her once more. “Yes, I need you to watch me cum for you,” Alicia confessed with a sob. “Good girl,” he softly replied. Alicia struck a match, lit the candle, put the phone on speaker, and placed it next to the candle on the window sill. She stepped. I thought of a chick at work, the second receptionist, who worked at the desk in front of me. Once calls got past the front desk, she screened them down and had this habit of standing to be seen over the high front of her catch-all shelf and looking directly at the person she buzzed to get their facial expression as she intercomed like "Bob, a Mr Jones on line 3, can you take it?"She had apologized a couple weeks ago for constantly standing in front of me and I told her, with a smirk, I liked.