Unfortunately for him, Belle had refused. Mr. Woodward had persisted, until Arielle, in a fit of giggles, had told Luka and he had exploded in anger. ...aping, they had watched Arielle’s brother throw on a coat and storm out the door. An hour later, looking much calmer, Luka had returned and after giving Belle an indefinable look, had gone to the library. It turned out that whatever Luka had said to Mr. Woodward had had an extreme effect on the poor man and he had moved away from that part of. "My, my, what a firecracker you are, sweetheart," she purrs. Then her tone shifts, becoming hard. "But I didn't give you permission to come, did I?" I blush, averting my gaze. She grabs my chin, forcing my face up to hers. "Don't look away from me," she says, with that quiet, dangerous tone that makes me feel all trembly inside. "You know that you're my plaything. Mommy's love toy, to do with as she sees fit." My heart races as I shakily nod my head. "Say it!" she snaps. "Yes, Mom," I gasp,. She moved over, and hovered over Liam’s lap, taking his hands and putting them on her breasts as she reached down and slipped off her skirt. She had a pair of black Mary Janes, with a 2.5-inch heel that flared slightly at the base. She turned to rub her ass through her skirt onto Liam’s hard shaft, She then stood back, legs askance, skirt slightly hiked up, nipples red and puffy and beckoned to Liam with one hand. He stood up and led Erica over to the bed where she lay on her back. Liam came up. He smiled again, and watched her blink to clear the arousal from her gaze. His cock jerked. Well damn! Seemed all she had to do was look at him with hunger in her eyes and he was a goner! ‘I’m sure!’ he answered. ‘What do you like to drink?’ ‘I really feel like a glass of sherry,’ she said, and reached to replace the bottle she held with sherry. Harvey’s Bristol Crème, he noticed. He watched her pour two generous glasses, and accepted the one she handed him with another smile. ‘Cheers!’ she.