Maybe he’s using a fucking satellite or some other means that we haven’t thought of or noticed. Fucking find the fuck out,” he screamed, practic...lly frothing at the mouth in his anger.“Yes, Sir. I’ll do my best, but...”“If you want to keep living, get it fucking done.”“Yes, Sir,” Blankenship mumbled as he turned to hurry out while thinking, I have a weapon. Granted, it’s made from spare parts, but it seems to work. All I need is a few bullets and a few seconds to decorate your chest, Mr.. Charlotte was still looking through the gap still had her hand inside her knickers gently massaging her wet pussy as she watched mother and daughter struggle through their punishment. She knew how they felt, having been caned so often herself, so at 25 years old she could relate more than most to the impact this was having on the 42 year old Mum being disciplined with her 17 year old daughter, both struggling to cope, both feeling the pain, both wanting it to be over, but both knowing there. If he asked me to go home with him, I would. I’d leave my husband and all his riches for a nice sweet caring guy like this.”I looked at her and asked, “You would?”To which she replied, “Yes, I would. If you do decide to work for my husband and you make me part of the deal, that bastard would hand me over in a heartbeat. I’m only his trophy wife anyway. He fucks his secretary but she isn’t pretty enough for him to show off…and seduce future employees.”The boy asked, “Would your husband really. When they are shown to their room for the night, the large room with sunlight still beaming in is wonderful, but the large brass bed in the center of the room even more so.Alone, Donald suggests a bath first, and the large claw foot tub, even bigger than the one at her parents' house, offers them room to frolic and play some as they wash each other.Soon dried and pampered, they dress and head out for something quick to eat. Back in the room in less than a couple of hours, Donald undresses Emma.
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