.. but please, no more ... I can’t take any more Kevin ... please don’t hit me again” sobbed the terrified Catherine, her curvy buttocks and thi...hs burning and throbbing with a pain she’d never before experienced.“That’s more like it Mrs. Dixon, you’re mine now so get used to the idea ... Now get that lazy ass up and go get me a coke, then you can fucking well show me your bedroom, cause you’re goanna give me an even better head job than last time ... and that’ll be just for starters!”“Now. "54LL" I almost fainted. I put all her dirty clothes in her hamper. I then picked up her shoes, heels and boots. I placed them in the shoe racks in her closet. I then stripped her bed and pillows. I tossed the sheets in her hamper. I found some clean white sheets and pillowcase to make her bed.I slipped on the big blue rubber gloves. The fit tight just near my elbow. I flexed with them in front of her closet mirror. I dusted all her books, shelves and furniture in the room. I then pick up all. I'm in my early twenties and I live with my Mum, Dad, two brothers and younger sister on one of the big council estates outside of town. I've had loads of boyfriends from when I was at school and in my teens, nothing serious though I was always having too much of a good time. I lost my virginity at school, he was older, he'd left school and all my pals wanted him, but he chose me, they said they weren't surprised I had the biggest boobs, I like to think it was my smile. I know a lot of girls. “I think it’s a pretty good likeness.”I took the paper and looked at it. On it April was sketched perfectly, in the same pose as she had been on the picnic blanket in the clearing. Although the artist had taken poetic license and sketched my wife nude. I noted he must have a great feel for his subjects because he had gotten her nipples perfect without seeing them for too long beforehand.“Yes, very good,” I agreed.My wife took the sketch back from me and sat it aside. Then she smiled broadly and.