“You think I’m a brat then?” she asked, their lips still brushing. “You think I need punishing?” The words were breathless, her heart poundi...g as she spoke them.“It’s not what I think,” he said, his lips murmuring at her ear. “It’s what I heard from you. Yesterday when you told me your story … I think you think you need punishing, for all the mistakes you made. Tell me if I’m wrong.”Tabitha knew the truth of it. Her confession to him had been heartfelt, the culmination of self-punishment that. She got accustomed to the job and it was just like her friends had told her it would be. Of course, she heard noises through the doors that strongly suggested that activity was more than a massage. But she tried to ignore them. The girls would sometimes come out of the rooms in a disheveled state, uniform torn and some more skin exposed than they went in with. When asked, the girls said that the customer was drunk. On those occasions, it was said that the damaged uniforms had to be paid for and. I want you to get your face right in Pete's ass and tongue his asshole good and turn him on. Come on, stick your face right into his ass and start licking."In a second, the beautiful young woman had her face right in that boy's bare white ass. She was licking and sucking as fast as she could, getting his asshole clean. The boys could hear her slurping away. And Susan was trying to stick her tongue right up that boy's ass. When she did that, she turned him on even more."Oh, yeah, rim that tight. We ordered. Scotch for him, red wine for me.Both of us, Bob and I, go to way too many Little League games. From what I had just heard, it's possible to send only one of a pair to these contests and still avoid being considered unnatural parents. Maybe Marilyn really isn't as dumb as she sounds.We chatted a little about the wrestling season--our sons are in that, too. We deplored the weather. That done, we got down to business. Or, at least, John did."I can't get over my luck," he aid. "I've.