Linda had been watching his face, judging his thought by the moods his face expressed. She recognised that look of stubbornness enter his face.'Honey,...I am not going home. Whatever decision you arrive at I am not going home. I love it here and I am not going to lose what I have found. I don't love Nelson. I love you, but I love what he does to me with his cock. Debbie will love it too! Hush now and listen.' Linda pre-empted her husband's reaction.'He has said he will not force Debbie. He will. But I do remember that Dad was terribly hurt by her death. Maybe that's why I tried to draw you out tonight. You were lost in your memories and pain, just like Dad was, then. I remember that I was scared all the time because my poppa was gone, even when he was right there."Then, when I was about five, something happened and, all of a sudden my poppa was back. The next thing I knew, we moved back here to Elkton. Dad bought a small, two bedroom house from his parents where we lived until I went. She continued, “And when I ride my bike, it rubs me -- down there, you know -- and I get frisky. Know what I mean?” Cal smiled with a leer and said, “Yes, I think I do. Sometimes, when you ride your bike around here, I get frisky too!” Kelly looked up, smiled and winked at Cal, and stretched her long leg toward him, placing her little tennis shoe right up on his lap. “What can we do to deal with all this friskiness?” she giggled. “Step into my office, and we'll discuss it,” Cal said, winking. Then I attached the spreader bar I’d brought to her ankle cuffs, let go, and waited for her to realize she couldn’t pull her legs together.As soon as she did, I was on my knees in front of her. I grabbed her ass and pulled her to my mouth, licking her pussy lips, nibbling on her clit, and driving my tongue in and out of her. She came quickly, shaking and moaning, but I didn’t let up, and she came a second time, and then a third.I unhooked the leash from her collar, carried her over to the bed,.