You’re not sure what to expect when I hug you from behind. My hands slide into the shirt to pinch at your hard nipples. As I squeeze one, my other h...nd makes its way down to your panties, except you’re not wearing any. With that, I lean you forward until your arms are resting on the railing, and I am immediately inside you. Your pussy is almost dripping you are so wet, and I think I am harder than I have ever been in my life. I know I am not going to last long, but we are going very, very. The first was disinterest. Then resignation. Incredulity. Anger.And finally a terrible sadness that I had never seen in her before. I rushed to her side and scooped her up in my arms. 'What's wrong?''That was Mom. She is leaving Dad.'I winced, that wasn't great news, but it not a great surprise either. 'I'm sorry to hear that.'She shrugged me off. 'She's leaving him for the maid. She said that they got married early when she was still confused, and that she couldn't deny who she was any. It's my turn now." She asked for one more, so I said OK. She asked me to sit on the bed and she laid prone on my legs exposing her ass. She said, "I feel so slutty and bad and I deserve a spanking." I started to slap her ass watching it ripple with each hit. "Harder, spank me harder, ummmmm that feels so good." I continued making both cheeks beet red and making sure I left hand prints on them. I then laid back on the bed and told her to straddle me and place her tits in my face. I wanted to. At…’ her voice faltered. She felt like a deer in headlights under his intense stare and smug half-smile that almost imperceptibly pulled at the corners of his lips. He’s enjoying this she realised. What a creep. she thought, but she felt her pussy involuntarily moisten. What’s wrong with me..? Oh God, and what if I’m late to see Darius? Isabelle felt a rising wave of panic. Would he be angry with her? She groaned in frustration. Spoiled brat. She deserves worse than what she gets. ‘Isabelle.