The faces of the watching women had changed. Gone were the smiles, although they were still enjoying the spectacle far more than their game of cards. ...ow they had looks of awe as they watched Sheila, the loving daughter sister and mother to them as she concentrated on spanking her son. Her lips were pursed and the grip on Scott’s waist firm, Scott wasn’t going anywhere as he suffered spank after spank after spank, crying freely on the relentless seemingly never-ending beating of the brush.The. Into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. First, he slipped off his black camelhair sport coat and unknotted and removed his black and gold paisley tie. He slipped off his tasseled loafers and bent down to pull off his calf- high dress socks, revealing the black silk hose that covered his feet and ankles. He delighted in how pretty his toes looked with their carefully applied coat of Sally Hansen Black Cherry polish, the color he always used when visiting his Master and of which,. To my surprise nobody came out into the hallway. There were five keys and the second one I tried opened the locked door. Slowly I opened and peeked in quickly moving out of the way of a kick. That was followed by a squeal and I tried to quiet the girls down as I helped them out into the hallway. Tia pulled a pistol from my shoulder holster and double tapped the guy that stuck his head out from the dining room. I quickly handed Erika my pistol and drew the other for O'Kei. I pulled my shotgun. She lifted her finger, a silken thread of pre cum clinging to it. She placed her hand around the shaft, feeling the solid hardness of youth, feeling it pulsating in her grip. It was too big, her hand was nowhere near able to encompass it. She gave another groan as it pulsed in her grip.“That’s nice Mum,” he said, “you want me to fuck you, don’t you?”Jane couldn’t reply, she just stared up at him, her beautiful son, that she had loved from birth, that she had nursed and nurtured all through the.