Having determined what had happened, I said, “That’s okay, guys. Don’t let me interfere with your game. But if it’s okay with you, I guess I s...ould call the police to haul away your game board when you’re finished.”The four tigers cocked their heads and appeared to think about the prospect for a few moments. Then they nodded in unison and went back to their game.I called the police on their regular phone number. After all, 911 is for emergency calls and this certainly was no emergency; the. . ! Her lush, rounded buttocks hollowed and writhed wantonly beneath their pudgy, relentless caresses, a sudden urgency of tremors rippling erotically over her youthful flesh.She heard his rammish laugh and tried to picture his face, but couldn't. Oh God, why didn't he do it... ? Why didn't he fuck her, whoever he was, instead of taunting her this way? She couldn't resist the pleasurable thought of his cock slipping into her... ! "Ooahhh," she moaned aloud as she felt his thick finger slide up. Be home by 9 O’clock or pay the penalty. I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs and heard the door swing open. “Good” Zofia said as she went over to the set of drawers and opened the top one, where I knew the strap and hairbrush were kept, and the cane of course. Zofia closed the drawer and walked over to the chair. “Come here Matthew” she instructed. “ Bend over my lap” she ordered, and I found myself looking at the carpet. A common sight for me. I soon lost count of the number of. ” Lori found herself backing up as they moved in closer. Soon pressed up against the garage, both boys were now flanking her on both sides. Lori had nowhere to go.She let out a whimper as Bryan slid his hand into her blouse and began massaging her left boob, “Nice tits for a butter face.” Lori wasn’t sure what butter face meant, but she had a good idea. She could only stand there while the two teens began to undress her.For the record, Fred Kush hated these dinner parties. He had much better.