Cordelia begged for the spanking not to continue, believing Fred’s mom’s anger was stilling.?My bad, My Bad I am sorry, just stop spanking my ass ...ith that wicked paddle I am burning up?. The moody teen Cordelia begged secured over Mrs. Burkle’s lap, her nineteen year old pretty round pert butt bucked like an untamed horse, her shiny brown long hair whipping in the air as the paddling overcame her snarky attitude. ?CRACK!! CRACK!! SPLATT! SPLATT! WHACK!!?Suddenly without warning, she. John McIntosh, their uncle, was held without bail on a host of charges. His attorney was negotiating with the district attorney to try to get his sentence reduced by entering a plea on lesser charges. Even if the DA accepted his plea the defendant would be in prison until he turned ninety years old.With the DA and detective Springer's permission, I went to the uncle's house to retrieve legal papers and the rest of the kids' property. It was appalling how much time their uncle must have spent. My hands were to my sides, not touching her at all. She finally leaned forward and told me that it was ok to touch, but I was really nervous about cheating on my girlfriend.She put her chin on my shoulder, right next to my ear and whispered to me in a very sad and gentle voice- almost as if she was begging and about to cry, “You can touch me anyway you want to.”I tried to move her back, but she was still wrapped around me tightly, still grinding her hot body against mine.I was totally against. I climbed the stairs and made my way to the terrace. It was big and covered with solar panels. I was about to get down when I heard a soft moan from behind the water tank. Out of curiosity, I peeked behind our huge water tank. Behind it, there was enough place to walk around the tank. I stood at the edge and peeked from the left, and the scene I saw just blew my mind. Our cleaning lady is bouncing on top of his cock with her hands planted firmly on his chest.Involuntarily I let out a gasp. The.