I had returned home sweaty and tired just before eight pm. She was a sight for sore eyes as she smiled at me. Her blouse tight against her magnificent...breasts that I always love to suckle, her skirt White against her skin only hinting at what lay beneath. “Hi honey. Why don’t you get out of those nasty clothes while I get you a beer and then you can get in the shower and we can go. I have made reservations and we need not rush”. With this I smiled and as her body slipped into mine I. “Try causing mischief when you’re all spread out like that, naked and with all your holes on display for me to pick from, see what happens.”I let out a mewl.Instead of being even more frightened by his words, I found I actually only disliked being physically hurt. But being made to strip and expose myself was starting to become somewhat… hot. More so because daddy seemed to drink in the sight of me, as if he liked what he was seeing.And daddy, well, he was no Rick. He did not need to beat me. Villefort became pale; he understood the old man's meaning. Noirtier continued to look at the same object, but suddenly his glance was transferred from the wife to the husband, and Villefort himself had to submit to the searching investigation of eyes, which, while changing their direction and even their language, had lost none of their menacing expression. Madame de Villefort, unconscious of the passions that exhausted their fire over her head, at that moment held her son's ball, and was. "John please! I can't hold on much longer! Please. please make me cum! I'll do anything you want just, please! I need to cum so badly! Pleeease!" she begged. I could hear the desperation in her voice and I knew that whether I said no or not, she was going to cum very soon.I reached forward and grabbed a handful of her dark mane. hauling back and bringing her up off Karen's pussy and making her kneel upright. My other arm, which was once in her ass, wrapped around her to hold her back against.