“you turn now is it?” you ask, quickly followed by “you wish”. You stand up and walk away into the bedroom, telling not to move or dare touch ...y cock. After what seems like an eternity you call my name. I practically run to you to find you on your knees, dressed in hold up stocking, the other high heels I bought you and your hands behind your back. “I read 50 shades” you tell me “ do with me as you will” you then bow your head. Now it my turn. I grab some stocking from your drawer and tie them. He had taken the opportunity to wash a little while his dad was getting into his clothes. He couldn’t shower, but he had taken a sponge bath earlier that day.The pair went out into the yard and looked at the two vehicles parked there. Turning to Bill, Jerry asked, “Which car?”“Is she a nice lady?”“Yes, she is,” replied Jerry.“The truck would be best,” replied Bill. He had thought it would be better for the three of them to ride in the truck rather than have to have her or him climb into the. She loved this almost as much as the teasing. Whenshe finally tempted a man beyond his personal restraint and he acted onhis instincts, she?d scold him with her ?tsk tsk look but don?t touch?routine.?Whap!? Firstly, the smack was much harder than she expected. Secondly,instead of the expected pain, the impact generated pure pleasureinstead. ?Oooooooooh!? she moaned in pure ecstasy. It was now her whowas at her sexual breaking point. She jumped onto him, and takingadvantage of her small stature,. After Kara and I showered, Jessica did get out of bed and shower. The three of us had lunch, and then Kara and I kissed and hugged Jessica, and headed back to Chicago.October 12, 1986, Chicago, Illinois“You missed a great game!” Sofia said as Kara and I walked into the house.“Let me guess, the Penguins won?”“Easily! They beat the Hawks 4-1.”“That figures,” I said. “But, being with Jess was more important than a hockey game.”“Well of course!” Sofia agreed. “How was your weekend?”“Good. It just.