She streaked and started to let go of her legs, but before she could, I brought it down on her pussy again while saying, “Don’t you dare turn loos... of those legs slut!”As she watched, I used the spatula to spank her pussy until it was red and leaking her juices like a tap had been turned on. Then before she knew what was happening, I brought the now wet with her juice’s spatula down on her right nipple before quickly switching to the left nipple. She cried out with the first few hits, but that. Daddy looked up from his newspaper and his eyebrows soared into his hairline. "Like that?"I looked down at myself, and I do mean My Self, unadorned (but for my usual little gold cross and chain) from head to toe. "Uh huh!" Have a nice time, dear," my mother responded with a smile, looking up from her knitting. "Don't be late." Nine o'clock, I promise," I assured her.Daddy was turning pink again. He was holding the newspaper in his lap. "Naked, on the streets?" It's part of the program, dear,". “Please, Amanda, not like this.” “Shut up and open your mouth, little brother. I want Jess to see how much you love eating your own cum.” I grabbed him by the ear, causing him to raise his head and open his mouth, he might not have said it out loud, but deep down we both knew he wanted this. “You know the rules, you do whatever I say, and I promised Jess that she would see you eat your cum. Now be a good boy and open your mouth.” He was beaten, again, and had no other choice but to open his. On the other hand he was delighted that his initial meeting with Annette had gone so well. Then, off on another tack, just how true was Sharon's prophecy? After all, one took all gypsy fairground predictions with a handful of salt. He ached to ring Deborah up but could not think of an excuse that would not make him look over-keen."Actually, there were one or two quite intimate moments," he mused, "like when she whispered that I had won Annette over and then touched my arm and told me I was a.