Peter could get by comfortably without working a day of his life. But Daphne hadn’t told him that. The world is full of people with trust funds who ...re nonetheless totally lost and miserable.Of course what you tell any young person is to find their gifts and follow them. Peter had a gift -- or rather, a late grandfather with a gift. It benefited Peter, though it was not a monetary inheritance.Peter mounted Theresa. She was a hot girl, and it was the most natural thing in the world to aim his. When I opened the passenger door, the two girls stood and looked at the interior of the car with questioning expressions.“How’s this supposed to work?” Ali asked. “There are only two seats.”“You’re both skinny enough,” I teased, “and we only have to drive a few miles. Ali, why don’t you get in first and spread your legs, and then Amy, you sit between Ali’s legs. The seatbelt will fit around both of you.”Ali simply shrugged her shoulders and climbed onto the seat, spreading her legs as I had. Most all the time I go 'commando'. I love the feel it gives my cock. Free to swing loose. Looking in the mirror I frowned at the small paunch I was starting to develop. I told myself I need to start jogging again to keep in shape. At 44, it seemed mother nature was trying to win the battle and get me out of shape. I made a mental note to begin a new battle plan to take victory away from her. As I looked further downward I viewed my lil' friend. Soft my penis hung, small and shriveled aginst my. She grabbed a nearby paddle hanging on the wall of her dungeon, pulled the young father up by his ears and threw him against a spanking horse."I am not here for you to ogle me, you sick fuck. You understand?" she shouted and waited for an answer."Yes mistress," Simon automatically replied. Mistress Katrina pulled the paddle back and it made a satisfying smack on his right cheek. She stopped to rub the red globe and smacked the left cheek with the paddle.The sounds of the leather paddle on.