” Sophie couldn’t believe it, a whole week to wait. “But, Mummy!” “Don’t interrupt! I haven’t finished. The punishment will be most s...vere and it will enable you to decide whether we continue with the arrangement or not.” After mentally preparing herself for punishment and not receiving it Sophie walked home with a mixed bag of emotions. She felt flat, sad, guilty, foolish and aroused to point she felt she was going to explode. Arriving home, Sophie kicked off her sandals, grabbed her. As it was, my heart skipped several beats. She seemed intent on ignoring me, so I simply stood, my hands clasped in front of me, toes turned inwards as I tried not to fidget. I swear to god, I felt like I was back in fifth grade.She was dressed casually. A pair of khaki trousers, a navy blue blouse, blonde hair tied back rather severely. I felt myself growing damp just watching her as she worked at her laptop, obviously more concerned with what she was doing then addressing my presence. I. Our all American-dogslut, Jenna McCartney ... Her amazing tits are doing their best to escape the front of red summer dress that looks completely at odds with everything we’ve seen in this town so far.She walks toward camera, speaking loud and clear in her confident mid-western American accent.“Hi ... I’m Jenna McCartney, and this ... Is ‘The United Kingdom of Zoo’ ... This week we’re in Bootle, just outside Liverpool in the north-west of the country ... And we’re here to brighten up the life. She pushes her chest out, trying to get some relief, her ass moving back against him in sympathy to her movement. His hands move away completely, then come back and resume their movements, but with a little of his saliva on each to help the flesh glide. His fingers exert more pressure on the nipples, pinching them slightly. He then pinches and holds the nipples, and starts pulling the breasts around. Gently circling them, and then pulling up, their weight suspended from the nipple. Not enough.