He didn’t resist. He didn’t try to get up. He knew he mustn’t. He had conceded control. Straight after that first spank he knew, and I knew, tha... he would lie there and accept every spank I gave him. I wondered if that would change when I used the hairbrush. But no. Only the noises he made grew stronger, more intense, and as I hit him more rigorously so his reaction became more desperate, his breathing more laborious, as my determination to punish was met by his unavoidable decline. Icouldn't see clearly as I exploded on the TV."Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..." I heard as my deliriousstate was sending me over the edge again to Jessi's incredible playing."Jesssiiiiii..." I screamed out as the flames of raw desire lit my wholebody up.I kept moaning, screaming, panting, everything... to the continuous wave ofpleasure Jessi applied to my body. Sometime during my screaming or moaning,Jessi had stopped sucking my clit to give her the ability to fuck me withthe. It felt as if he looked straight through my eyes and into my pussy. Does that make sense? It’s how it felt anyway. Then a woman came in, she was quite old and she said, ‘Molineux, what are you doing? You don’t want to get in trouble with underage girls!’ And he said, ‘Mother, Charlene’s twenty-five, and I’m old enough to know what I’m doing. And I’m thinking of making her my chatelaine.’ Then she went away. Chatelaine? My mother used to have one but she sold it during a bad patch. It was. . not Mule. I didn’t plan on inviting them in today. But Trix knew,”she accused her friend.“Trix is obviously good at keeping things to herself. Unlike you. And that’s why you were less than polite to me when you came in?” I asked the teen.“I figured you were a pervert but I’m kinda getting where you’re going with this now. Staci is ... um ... sheltered. It’d blow her mind,” Trix said, giving the standard gesture for a mind-blowing experience with her hands near her head.“Yet you’re okay with.