I moaned louder and sucked harder as he kept on thrusting. His speed increased and he went deeper, nearly into my throat. He never crossed that line. ... wanted him to but just as he was playing it nice for me, I didn’t want to push him either. “Oh my God, I’m already going to cum.” He tilted his head back and grunted, pulling his dripping cock out of my mouth. “Where do you want it?”“Outside the mouth.” I cringed as I realized I didn’t say “All over my face!” but he understood perfectly. He shot. Which was his indirect way of telling her that she needed to wear a helmet to work if she were going to continue to bike to work. Another week before a paycheck, but this was a part of conforming and being a member of influence over children. Lauren hopped on her bike and peddled to the nearest bike store, dodging a few soccer moms who insisted on the right of way. Coming out of the store, she had a cardboard box protecting her helmet, sixty less dollars, and a dilemma of how to balance. I'll do anything you say, but please don't send daddy to jail."Ginger got a real funny look on her face. She licked her lips, then said, "you're damned right you'll do anything I tell you to do—both of you. But right now I've got a couple of spankings to deliver, and we'll start with you, little miss hot pussycat since it was your idea."She walked towards us, her heart-shaped hips swaying back and forth and her large bra-less tits jiggling under her blouse. She pointed at me. "You, stay right. "Jenny," he began, "I want you to know that I do understand how difficult it must have been for you to hand me that note this morning. It was really well thought out and I appreciate the trust you have placed in me." "I'm so nervous, Mr. Bell. I know doing this is the right thing, I just wish I was not so nervous about it." "Jenny, don't let yourself worry about this too much. I promise you, it will be a good thing for you. Everything is going to work out really well. I know you will see that..