He loved to watch her dance. He loved to watch her move in anyway. Just the act of walking across the room amazed him. The fluid movements, the swayin... of her ass, it all affected him. He knew that part of it was because he was so hopelessly in love with her. But he enjoyed it nonetheless. She started give him a very exaggerated and silly kind of lap dance. After a few minutes of this, she looked back at him and gave a very big grin. Grinning back they both laughed as she backed up and sat on. Sonu muskra diya or mummy ke boobs ko dhek kar bola ki kafi milk hai.Mummy ne bola ha baby ne pi liya hai lakin kafi hai boobs mein dard ho rha hai isliye nikalne ki soch rahi hoon.Sonu ne bola ki mein help karu toh mummy boli ki theek hai.Sonu ne mummy ko choda tha toh mummy ne koi objection nahi kiya tha.Mummy ne nikar or tshirt pehan rakha tha.Sonu ne mummy ko bola ki chopaye ki tarah ho jao aap ka doodh nikalta hoon or hasne lag gya.Mummy ne wasie hi kiya or sonu mummy ke boobs ki dabane. I want her to punish me for I what I did to her." Meowlissa picked up her control pad and handed it to Amanda. She deactivated the psychiatric app and shifted Meowlissa into dominatrix mode.Meowlissa instantly stood up, grabbed a handful of Amanda's hair, and pulled hard. Amanda yelped as she was pulled out her chair. "On your knees, cunt!" Meowlissa commanded. Amanda did as she was told, kneeling before the vengeful cat domme. "Get the fuck out of those clothes!" Meowlissa snapped. Amanda. And I hated him for that. For that stupid idiotic hang-up of his.”“Oh, come on, Marlo, that was only the tip of the iceberg with you and him. And you’re wrong. He didn’t see Mommy in you, he saw himself in you. That was always the problem. What about the way he acted at your wedding? That was a Stan Gilbert classic.”Marlo’s wedding. It was a classic affair almost too surreal for words. Stan, in his usual form, refused to cough up one dime unless she conformed to the way he wanted the wedding to.