I followed as i was told. you ripped off my undies and proceeded to finger my holes. you slap my ass and told me to get on top of the coffee table. yo... kept finger fucking til my pussy is dripping wet and there's a pool of pussy juice running down my thigh to the table. you got up, walked over, and stood infront of me. you told me to take off your pants and underwear. i did and your huge, hard, fat cock jumped into my face. you slapped me with it a few times before i take it in my mouth and. I got up and went to the kitchen for coffee, I was wearing sweat pants and shirtless. Brenna was in the kitchen getting some cereal and muttered a 'good morning' to me. I nodded and noticed she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples poking through the shirt she wore. She asked me when I got home and I told her around 2. She said she wasn't sleeping very well and heard me come in. I smiled and asked why she didn't sleep well; she made something up about not being tired and her bed being. ‘Guys I’m home’ came from Rachel downstairs and this was over. Charlie rolled her eyes, which confused me. Had she wanted things to move further, did she know how much I wanted her. I tried to stop these thoughts. I eased myself off the bed taking the massage oil with me and going to my bedroom. I sat there for a couple of minutes, hearing Rachel move around downstairs. I lay back on the bed trying to ignore the tent in my joggers caused by Charlie’s soft skin. As I lay there two hands were. I opened the door of the shed and seen him working on the new paddle he was making for me. "Ryan what the hell have you been doing all damn day? I asked that you could cut the yard and weed the flower bed for tonight's party. And to not mess up the damn house so all I had to do when I got home was make food for the party. What the hell?" I asked him. "Oh my God. Amanda I am so sorry I just wanted to get this done for you," Ryan said turning around and showing me the wooden paddle that would.