I had never been quite so bold before. But her colors had been a lot better since we started on this trip, and she was smiling more.“I hope you neve... have to find out what that’s like, Bobby. One thing I learned in my military career is that it’s better if you can make love, not war.”“I already know what killing is like,” I said.She turned and stared at me. I saw sorrow colors flash over her brain, and then a mix of others.“What you did isn’t like what I did.”She’d been taking things out of her. “So you enjoy being spanked, Margo?”“Yes, Father.”“Again, are you going to be a good girl?”“No Father, I am going to be a good, little bad girl.”“That is good to hear, Margo.”“Would you like to continue with the spanking?”“Yes.”“Yes, what?”“Yes Father, Please continue.”Father Anthony raises his hand once again and…Slap. “Oh, Yes!” Margo cries out as her finger rubs her clit.Slap. “Harder!” Margo cries out as her finger slides along her wet slit.Slap. “Mmm, yes!” Margo moans out while shoving. I just wanted to get her by surprise so to speak, to make the ask a little more special.I began strolling down the hall and saw the living room light on. "Well, she is still awake, I hear the TV, and I see the light. So, maybe this is the perfect time. Brad should be asleep, so why not now?"Although, as I made it to the five-foot mark from the living room, I suddenly halted in my tracks. "Wait a second, do I hear moaning?" Yes, take my cock, Alli," I heard a guy let out. My eyes closed. He had not considered the risk that she would just shut thedoor in his face.Claire wanted to be happy again, but she could no longer find it in herheart after all that she had been through."I suppose I have nothing to lose," she replied in a resigned fashion."Come in then and tell me how?"Angela didn't need a second invitation as she entered Claire's house oncemore and went into the kitchen with Claire."First of all," Angela said, "you need to go and tidy yourself up and putsomething nice on..