"Long and hard", thinking those words in her fevered mind nearly caused her to waver and buckle. Speaking of "long and hard"… as he ogled her deligh...ful form and considered her endless creativity and tastes, he could not help but stroke his ever expanding and throbbing rock-hard cock. He stroked carefully, lovingly, slowly, following her eyes as he did so, putting on a good show for her. He noted her smoldering eyes, her half closed lids and her mouth slowly opening in a silent "oh baby", her. "Shut the fuck up", I yelled and slapped him again before I turned back to his daughter. "You know that this won't erase his debt, only buy him some time." Yes sir", she sobbed unable to look me in the eyes."Mandy, no", he groaned.It was her turn to get angry, "shut the fuck up dad!" She turned back to me and said, "My room?"I thought for a moment and then countered, "No, I want this piece of shit to know exactly what you are doing to save his worthless ass. Get undressed."Realizing that I. I chose the username Oblivionthree for a reason; mostly because I think it sounds kind of cool. So some of you may not believe I am who I am claiming to be, but oh well. Either believe or don't.Secondly I just wanted to come on here and say that yes, Captius is an asshole. But it is not entirely his fault. If you want to blame someone for him stopping what he was doing on here then you must blame me. I was pushing him to create something for publication and once that started he found he no. Karen’s posture became crisp and statue-like. “You just called me baby.” She kissed me. “I like that.” We melted together for just a second. I nudged her shoulder with mine and brought our attention back to the wallet. “Chloe Olson, 54 Pembroke Ave., Portsmouth New Hampshire.” Karen read the owner’s information off her driver’s license. Should we call her? “Yes, but let’s go through the rest of this.” How old is she? “Born in 1974.” I wonder how she dropped this, and how on earth did it get.