. Uh, yes, he's here... He's, uh, about to whip my ass while you listen... Twenty? Are you sure, Billy?... Oh, good!... Oh...? She turned and looked b...ck at her son.?Billy wants you to whip my ass twenty-five times.? Her son smiled back at her.?That’s fine with me. Put the phone on your back, and count real loud so Billy can hear you.? He raised the cane rod.SWISH! CRACK! ?Uhhhhh, One!?As she hung up the phone he turned the dial to seven.After another phone call to another friend of her son’s,. Bending down to take a better look, I noticed something. I put my hand inside blindly, hoping that it wouldn't meet with anything that moves and grabbed the offending object. It was a smallish, leather-bound, notebook. Taking it with me to the living room, I dusted it off. I was just in time too, since my lunch decided to ring the doorbell at exactly that moment. I opened the door, tipped the guy and took my food eagerly, ignoring the shocked and slightly scared look on the delivery man's face.. She also thought about the possibility that she would be harvested. The pain had been the worse thing she had ever felt, but the compensation along with just a little help from John had given her the best orgasm of her life. She had made a promise, now she just had to lie to her husband. He would never permit her to go through with this, it would be an insult to his masculinity, almost saying he couldn’t afford to pay for the things they needed.When Ryan opened the front door, he could smell. “I’ve waited all day, ”She said, “What kept you anyway?” She sat on my sofa with a pout, Early I guess her classes were out. “I do work from time to time,” said I, “But now you are mine,” she chimed, The pout left as she stood, Replaced with a smile of mischievous looks. She swaggered to me with a kiss full and deep, Her long lanky arms laced about my neck, I remember the night we met, saw eyes to eyes, Me six foot three and she with four-inch heels. She lead to my bedroom hand in hand, The.