“Am I staying here or over at Grandpa’s and Grandma’s?”“Over there. You might as well just leave your stuff in the truck and take it over. Y...ur mother and I will be over later, to pick up the Wonderpup, and I’ll grab it then,” he told me.“Good.” I turned to my fiancée. “You need to get anything from home. Your folks going to be okay with this?”“Yes. Daddy will be coming here next weekend, and he did say he wanted to talk to you, but I don’t think it’s anything serious,” she replied.I sighed.. I'll let Spag know."The hands on the clock moved so slowly. Matt was tempted to email Gary and find out what was happening, but that wouldn't help. Gary would let him know as soon as he could. At eleven forty-two the ping came.Three packages despatched. Hired transport. One still in warehouse.Matt let Chubb know, together with the registration number that Gary had checked."Gotcha, Boss. Now leave it to us. Let Spag know so he will be prepared." Will do." thirty second later he spoke to Spag.. We resumed kissing and fondling, with my hand now inside her shirt, and a couple of buttons undone. Inside her bra, I soon found my goal, her nipple stiffening with every stroke of my fingers, her breast warm and yielding to my touch. Her mouth opened and her tongue shot excitedly into my mouth. I continued gently squeezing her tits, and running my thumb across her nipple. My hand soon moved down, untucking her shirt, and moving into the front of her skimpy G-string. A sudden moan escaped from. So, as she landed the first stroke and Miss Johnson yelped she knew that the school secretary would hear that from her desk. After all, it was usual for there to be a procession of girls lining up to be caned and there were always at least two in the secretaries office sitting by the door to the study, and so everyone in the secretaries office heard the yelp as each cane stroke landed. So, as Emma landed stroke after stroke and watched each thick red welt develop, she enjoyed her position of.