As long as it was with her, so was her dad. Boomer was with her as well -- again, sort of. Boomer was her Cocker-Spaniel and, unfortunately, unlike m...st other dogs, he wasn’t so much into car rides. She loved him dearly but she was fed up having to stop her car to clean dog chow vomit off of her seats before Boomer ate it. So, while a friend babysat her motion-sick dog back home, as a reminder of her beloved companion, one of his favourite chew toys sat shotgun in his stead: a ragged,. "OK, sissy, clean up," she directed as she got up from the table, andhe obediently transferred the breakfast things to the sink and began torun water. "Ooooooooh, you are such a little cutie," she whispered inhis ear, coming up behind him and surrounding him with her arms.His cock again lengthened and he gave a little moan as she pushed herjean-covered front against him and he moved his bare ass back to meether."Such a little slut!" she observed."Yes, Mistress, your slut," he responded with a. “It was my fault,” she continued, “keeping you secret from Paul, then my double standards, but it’s alright now. Don’t worry about the pan, I’m like that, he’s used to it.”Simone raised a smile. “I’m sorry. I knew it was wrong, really.”“No don’t feel it’s you,” I said, “It wasn’t wrong except for Lisa and me keeping you a secret, and that was down to us, not you. How could you know what we were up to? We set the example. Anyway, it was just me and Lisa, our fault, and we’ve decided Lisa found. I told him in the note to have breakfast, and lock the door when he would be leaving for his work. A duplicate key of my house was also there next to the note on the table. After that nothing hardcore happened between us for three days. He starred at my cleavage all the time, he checked out my legs while watching T.V with me in the living room. He also brushed his hand on my ass sometimes; didn’t know he did that intentionally or it just happened. But nothing else happened between us. One.