And even though she admitted her name was really Tracy, Sara still thought of her as Trixie. As they were talking and sharing a cup of coffee Trixie h...d, a car pulled up and the driver waved for Trixie to come over. She handed the coffee to Sara, and soon her and her newest date were driving away.And less than a minute later, she recognized the car that pulled up. Sara smiled and quickly finished the coffee and dropped it in the trash before walking to the curb. Pete drove a camper van and was. "He gave me a nod and walked away. He returned a few minutes later and set a brown paper bag on the bar in front of me."Whatta I owe ya?" I asked"Five-fifty." Aw shit, I left my purse out in my car." I began, as I turned to the guy on my left. "Can you loan me a couple of bucks?" Well now, that'll depend." He began, as once again his hand began to creep up my thigh.I moved my hand that had been guarding my cunt and placed it on the bar. The guy looked at me then at the bartender."She's gonna. She felt his cock give a mighty throb of impatience.The cups of the bra fell away. Twin glories of tit-flesh were exposed -- not the vast heaving mounds the raven-haired cheerleader possessed, but jutting pale cones, tipped with dark brown nipples half an inch long, straining with lustful eagerness. Martin fucked another finger into his aunt's dripping cunt and buried his face between her boobs.Jacqui cried out as her nephew's rough wet tongue washed over her jugs. Paradoxically, it felt both. It might have been right, but I wanted her to still be able to find a sponsor, without looking like Rudolf the red assed reindeer. Besides it was her first offense, she probably did not understand the consequences of her actions.The ones with three offenses I assigned forty lashes with the strap. I wanted to send a message. Don’t muck with me. Don’t muck with sponsors. I was surprised that I had no problems with my concubines yet, but the teenagers still were in school and were falling back on.