Debían ser la 5 o 6 de la tarde, hacía calor y tenía hambre, de modo que comí y bebí hasta saciarme. Luego me tiré en el colchón y me quedé do...mido.Al despertar, era noche cerrada, debía ser tarde. Vi que mi Dueño, estaba sentado fumando. Sobre la mesa, habían platos usados. Ya había cenado. Pero vi algo que me alarmó. Sobre la mesa, había una negra porra de policía. La gorda, estaba a su lado en pie y completamente desnuda. Vi que tenía el culo morado y los muslos cruzados con varios. “We will then consider the matter closed.” Joanne paused as she reached the older man’s bottom and held her large left hand on the forty-eight-year-old’s large and flabby right buttock.“What if he goes back to his nasty little ways, Joanne?” Zofeya Caldwell asked.“Slap!”The red-haired woman planted a full-force spank to the man’s right bum cheek and laughed quietly as he winced with pain.“Well, I am making sure that he does not work alone with female members of staff on projects but if he was. I just didn't want to come home someday and see someone boffing my wife.While in the service, I constantly upgraded my education. I took courses learning languages and business etiquettes. I needed to build some kind of future upon retirement. I saved most of my money since I really didn't have a lot to spend it on. The Army supplied most all my needs and I had no one to send it home to so I just let it accumulate.I was a master sergeant as I neared the end of my twenty-five years. A. Terry smacked his hand against her plump ass, and she yelped, bucking even harder against him. "You love it when daddy spanks your ass, huh little slut?" Terry said through his teeth. Did he just say that— I felt my knees buckling. I reached for my cunt, smoothing my fingers over my clit while Terry spanked and talked dirty to Yolanda, making our whore of a daughter moan and squirm. God...drill her, Terry. Teach her for talking to you like that! And as if he could read my.