Eventually he can’t take it anymore and pulls my shirt up revealing both of my tits, and sucks at each of them in turn while playing with them and t...asing them with his hand, making my pussy so so wet in the process. I run my hands up and down his back and thru his hair the whole time, as my body arches and twists, desparate to feel his cock deep inside of me. First though I pull him towards me so that his cock is right in my face. He slaps my cheek with it a couple of times before grabbing. “Can I?” I knew what he meant. He wanted permission to fuck… my ass. I have always wanted it. Since we were younger. I nodded. He saw that and raised my legs by my ankles. My legs was spread wide into an M shape. He got down to my asshole. “Cal… Can’t you fuck me right now? I want it so bad…” I was craving it. I felt like I would die if he didn’t gave it to me right this moment. He chuckled. “We need more lube than your saliva.” “? I have a lube in this room, you know. Let me get it real. She felt so stupid driving without a permit, almost causing an accident, getting her Mom in this predicament. The officer tapped his lap and Beth came to his left side. He helped her over his lap as she hesitated. Her Dad had spanked her but it had been four years since she had gone over his knee and he only gave her about ten swats and all was forgiven.“Now little Missy, you will keep your hands and feet on the floor during your spanking. You will not attempt to get off my lap until I say so.. ”That same fateful Tuesday, as Claire drove her mother’s car up to the family home in Cumbria, she felt her path in life was clearer. She would make renewed efforts to heal the rift between herself and Peter. As it happened she was wrong. As she parked the car, she saw there was already a car parked in front of the house, and at that moment her mobile rang. It was Ellen, her sister.“Claire!” she cried. “It’s John Pollard – he’s in hospital. The police have been here.”“What?“ Claire cried, upset.