She said, "Bob's finally getting married!"Thus, two months later on Thursday afternoon, when I could have been playing baseball or fishing down at the...creek with my friends, I was standing in Gilmore's Dress Emporium and was about to take on a good case of the hives because of the dress my future aunt, Miss Harriett Smith, wanted me to wear as an attendant in her wedding. The gown was a hideous shade of green that reminded me of what Kermit the Frog might look like if he got deathly sick. Then. I pulled my tongue out and slid two fingers inside her. She was so wet the fit easily, so I inserted a third. She was grabbing her own hair and trembling all over. I found her clit and start flicking my tongue across it, then slowing circling it, then going back to flicking it, her body started going into spasms, she was cumming again. I finally stood up and ripped my dick out of my pants. I was harder than I think I’ve ever been, but it was still not about me. I knew I’d get off to, but I was. She stepped beside the tethered woman and raised the paddle high above her head. “I said,” she hissed, bringing the paddle down to fill the room with a resounding “thwack” as it met the bare cheeks of Miss D’Haviland’s backside, “that you were to call me Miss Harris, you fucking bitch.” Miss D’Haviland bit her lip and nodded quickly. “Yes Miss Harris.” “Again,” Jess called out. Three more thwacks filled the room as she paddled Miss D’Haviland’s defenceless bottom, over and over. The older. “Sure!” said the boy with a large smile. “We can play snakes and ladders, just follow me” said the boy as he stormed out the room.I smiled, it was fun seeing how energetic kids could be. I walked out the room, and as I went down the hall in the direction the boy had gone.There were many pictures on the walls, most of them were of a young man, who I could only suppose was the boy’s brother.Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice that caused me to stop walking even further. I slowly approached the.