It hurts. He stopped pulling and put just two fingers in, twisting and curling them inside me, feeling my insides, drawing out more of my juice, which...was quickly soaking his hand starting to run down my thighs. What about that? he asked. No, I replied absently. Suddenly my focus wasnt on the too-young man probing at my pussy but on his father, who was picking up the phone and dialing three short numbers. An extension. Morning Pete, he said in his business voice. Thank you, yes Id like you in. I soon had high hopes for the rest of the evening. He flattered me several times during the meal and told me that he had guessed I was wearing stockings when he saw me in the car park; the seams I was now wearing were confirmation. I asked what made him think I’d been wearing stockings earlier in the day.“One of them was wrinkled around your ankle.” He grinned and shrugged his shoulders, “a giveaway to an expert like me!” I blushed. We then chatted about stockings and how long I’d. "I'm over here now, darlin' ... Better view." A better view?" Emily laughed and her cheeks took on a little color and Tina thought that was too perfect."Coffee and a slice of pie," the waitress said, giving the two women suspicious eyes. "Can I get you anything else?" No, this is perfect," Tina nodded agreeably. "Thank you." Well, I don't think I want to be swept off my feet in a coffee shop," Emily decided, picking up her fork just so she'd have something to play with."There doesn't seem to be. He only barely registered anything as his leg was lowered and hefinally managed to support his weight again. Then he began tobeg uselessly as his other leg was pulled up until it hadreplaced his first leg, firmly pressed against his tender ass."Leave him for now," Janice ordered. "Let's go see what we candrag home with us."For two hours 'Babs' endured his punishment. His muscles werescreaming for relief when he heard the front door open and thenclose. He registered the voices, two high and.