“Frankie, let’s forget about thi–”“Shut up. You listen to me now.”Bill nodded.“I don’t wanna hear any excuses, justifications, none of...that. You want my silence? Well, you gotta do whatever I want for the time I’m here. Do we have an understanding?”“Come on, Fra–”“Do we have a fucking understanding?”“Yes. Yes, alright. Just please, don’t tell your mother, this would kill her.”“What? That her daughter’s a slut or that her husband jacks off to her being one?”“She already knows the first option,”. “Maybe your mum could put it on for you.” She opened it tentatively then her eyes widened at the small gold and diamond fob with its delicate chain. “Oh Dave, that’s beautiful,” she cooed twisting around to show Jill. There was an obvious look of approval from her mother who studied it briefly before lifting it from the box and looping it around her daughter’s neck. The small diamond glinted in the half light and I suddenly had a sense of great satisfaction, the huge cost now fully justified.. Soon, I was able to see her panties peeking from under the skirt. Trying not to be obvious, I sat down for a better view. Her shapely cheeks soon became fully visible, covered by the clingy, light blue pastel panties. My cock was rock hard and my breathing was heavy as I watched. Fearing I would blow my load, I removed my hand from my pocket, pushing it down between my legs.When the last of the flour was scooped, she rocked back as her feet and ankles formed little indents in her cheeks. She. Turning away Joan commanded and then dismissed him. "Sit there and do not do, or say, anything, till I tell you otherwise." As she studied the door, while deciding her approach, Joan added "If you need something to do, play with .... yourself, but Do Not Cum!"Jimmy continued to stare at the floor in front of him while Joan quickly crossed the room to the now closed bedroom door."Rap... rap... rap... Beverly? It's Joan, can I come in sweetheart?" Joan leaned on the door hoping her weight would.