For Sarah, her tits and nipples brushed against the stairs as they swung back and forth, and she screamed and moaned, knowing that there was no one el...e in the house who could hear her. “Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Fuck me hard; harder. Unnnggghhhh! Unnnnggghhh!” With every hard, deep thrust of my cock, Sarah let out a grunt of pleasure. Spread out on the stairs, grasping at the railing, newels and stairs with her hands, screaming and moaning, Sarah took each deep thrust of my cock, telling me how. You keep on leaving me to deal with everything around the house, whilst you make all the main decisions. At the same time as treating me as an inferior person, I know that I have kept the household together for you. There are then other times when you come home the worse for wear for drink and all I want to do is teach you a lesson. Well, this lady is not miss Cane. She is Lauren Chatsworth, and is a work colleague. It just so happens that she really is into discipline and convinced me that. When every she caught my starings on her body she used to smile and cover them with her saree.One day at around 10:30 am I went to their home she’s there in her bedroom and looking sad here’s our conversation Me: hey aunty why are you looking so sad today?She: today your uncle scold meMe: why?She: actually I lost my new chain yesterday in journey from my mom’s houseMe: can’t you even take care of your jewellery at journeys?She: no aswan me and vinay were sleeping and when I reached home I got. “You forgot her birthday,” Brook supplied.I felt like shit. I’d never missed her birthday since I started high school. Her birthday my freshman year had actually been our first unofficial date.“What can I do to make it up to you?” I asked.“You could buy me a Mustang,” Tracy suggested.For her sixteenth birthday her parents had bought her a Mustang. Tracy had sold it to pay for the accident she’d had that destroyed the photo hut.“I think I saw a black one at Toys “Я” Us,” I said.That made Pam.