’ * Gary was pacing back and forward, his agitation growing by the second, each time he looked at the watch on his wrist his temper grew. It was ten...to eight, and the little cow wasn’t here yet with his son. When she arrived, he was going to teach the cow a lesson. Diane sat quietly on the chair, the bruise on her arm where he had grabbed and shook her hard starting to form, her eyes wide, watching the angry man pace back and forth, trying hard not to be noticed. Suddenly the ringing of the. These arein a permanent "who me" look. When I first got waxed there I sort of putup a fuss about the feminine shape. Sarina just handcuffed me, tied me toa chair. Duct taped my neck to the back of the chair and got out a safetyrazor.It only took a few seconds to swipe each brow. They were gone forever.She then "drew on "my expressions with an eyebrow pencil. It was anembarrassing few weeks to have to sit there and have her decide eachmorning what my "look" was to be that day. Sometimes they. ” she growled, not even giving him the chance to comply before she roughly shoved him, one hand pushing the duvets onto the floor as she rolled on top of him, sitting up to straddle him, forcefully tugging down his boxers, his only protection between her cock and his ass.“C-caitlyn! Wha-”“Shut up you slut!” she hissed, clasping a hand over his mouth. She watched as he writhed under her, with his slim chest, thin waist and plush girly ass, he reminded her of a young short haired cheerleader she. "... And you're... stalking me... ?" He raised his eyebrows."Do you object... ?" she countered."Hell no!" he assured her. "I just wanted to know the ground rules..."He reached out to the remaining buttons, still fastened, of her dress and dexterously undid them, liberating the full, round orbs of her satin-smooth breasts to his gaze and touch. He cupped them in his hands, kneading and massaging their magnificent fleshy firmness and rolling the hardening nipples between his fingers.Gayle came.