“Okay, punk. We’re even now. You have received your punishment for what you’ve done to my yard.” I reached up to his mouth and removed the s...aked boxers from his mouth. I expected a profanity laced tirade to ensue, but instead he weakly responded with “Thank you, sir. I am sorry for what I’ve done, sir.” Thank you for my punishment sir.” He seemed to be genuine in saying this, although with what little I knew about this punk, his cocky demeanor would surely return. I took the cuffs off. I'm not asking for anything Miss. I helped you with the bike for to put it up on the hook can be a bit difficult and as we have a distance to go and as you were riding a bike I thought it would be a way to start a conversion"."My Uncle told me that men always want something in return for a favour. He told me many times that I was obliged to either fuck or suck, that is the reason I asked what you favoured", she replied but with a touch of acid in her voice. "I am not your Uncle Miss. I helped. She had not worn a blouse.Standing in just her lingerie, Julia spent a little time with sweeping gestures to emphasize a point. That made her breasts jiggle in a most enticing manner. Next, she casually stripped off the thong, which she wore outside the garter. The thong, of course, had to be carefully placed on the chair as well.Frank preferred a little pubic hair, particularly since hers was such a gorgeous auburn. He claimed it made her pussy look even sexier than when it was bald. Having. Did my husband love me? Yes, in his limited way. And in my limited way I had come to love him. The power dynamics of our marriage had changed since I began working. Before, I had been his slave, although he would have called me his Christian help-mate. Now, I was an equal partner although I still pretended to seek his permission for my endeavors. He was perceptive enough not to take the risk of denying me and I didn't embarrass him – or jeopardize his preaching job -- by demonstrating publicly.