“Or” Cynthia suddenly jerked away. The soft silky blankets at the feet of the bed embraced her “You could read the mail”“N-No” Marcella wh...mpered through a bit lip “I’ll go to sleep after this, I promise!” Her muscular arms went from grasping at empty air to hurtling the sheets away. Her staff was shot straight up between her thicker thighs.Cynthia spread cool saliva over her hot cherry red mouth. They were all Marcella could see. She throbbed. Her cheeks flushed as the maid grasped at her own. They way they take care of the naughty little girls. When I saw him in the kitchen, he was already down to his boxers, he told me to come to him. He grabbed me, spun me around and put his hand up my dress. He bit my ear and told me that tonight that he wants to punish my ass because I seduced him. He said tonight, he is just a dad punishing his girl with some hard dick.He took me by the arm and led me to the couch. He pushed face first into the couch, bent me over and pulled up my dress. Then. He felt her trace a more recent scar, a line of pink flesh that had knitted across his belly where a foe had tried to gut him. Years out in the sun had given him a dark tan that contrasted against her own pale white. He should have noticed that, no farmhand could have kept such perfect skin while working out in the sun, there wasn’t so much as a freckle on her.“You’re so stout,” she muttered, making no attempt to conceal how much she was enjoying exploring him. “You’ve lived a life of violence,. ” Todd sighed as he gently lowered himself on to the chair, holding his breath until he was fully seated. Claire and Aunt Angela exchanged smiles before Aunt Angela finished scooping out the ice cream and poured the already heated chocolate sauce from the saucepan. Todd was delighted with the gift, and politely said, “Thank you,” as he dug in to the ice cream. Claire and her Aunt watched Todd work his way through the helping of ice cream and then watched him scoff down his second helping. He.