They introduced themselves. Brad was the sandy blonde with a marine corps tattoo over his heart and Sempre Fi and a bulldog on his right bicep and Mik... was the tall dark one with the tribal sleeve tat on his left arm. She gave them her name and explained that the jackass at the tire shop must have used a pneumatic drill when he put the lugs on because she couldn't budge them. Her throat was dry, but she doubted it was just from the heat. These two were hot and she couldn't deny how thick the. As I lowered myself down he grabbed my tits again pulling them into his face as I moved my cunt up and down his cock. I hung onto the bed head and started to fuck him as he drowned his face in my tits, licking and sucking them in his wet mouth. Then he pushed me up so he could watch them bounce above his face as I rode his hard cock. From time to time he nipped one or both of my nipples hard making me tighten my grip on his cock. Then he put his hands on my hips and held me down hard on him as. I’m fucked.***Later Emma, my very good friend, calls me to tell me about a tattoo she just got. She would like to show it to me tomorrow; it should heal properly by that time. Also, she will probably try one more time to persuade me to go on a vacation with her again. While I try to forget about the last time with her, she—on the other hand—likes to reminisce about it every chance she gets. Kind of torture for me. She does that this time too.Trying to change the subject, I tell her about the. Lucy was taken aback by being addressed as ‘Miss Lucy,’ but it reinforced her thinking that Mrs Lewis did think that being disciplined was what she needed.As Mrs Lewis walked towards the second bedroom she knew that over the last few days it was all building up to this, and she had done nothing to prevent Lucy thinking that discipline was in order. She had fantasised for so long about being disciplined, and Lucy was ideal from that point of view. Her haughty tone of voice made obeying her so.