Eva était partie dans l'arrière-boutique pour fermer le coffre-fort, quand on sonna à la porte. Christelle, qui était allée ouvrir, fut brutaleme...t projetée à terre lorsque trois hommes armés de fusils d'assaut firent irruption dans le magasin."C'est un hold-up! Tout le monde contre le mur!"Eva réapparut à ce moment, pour trouver ses enfants et les trois clients tenus en respect par deux hommes armés, et un troisième homme lui braquant son fusil en plein visage avant de l'envoyer rejoindre les. The bathroom was already in need of cleaning, for which I had previously chided him that he needed a woman to help take care of him — and he had wholeheartedly agreed with a wink and a smile. The living room was a showcase of his love of technology, including a large TV, four video game consoles, and his personal laptop. …which displayed a screensaver of busty women in bikinis. I sighed. From where he stood in the kitchen, he could not see me as I glanced down at my chest. Perhaps that was. I wiped my hands on the sheets to clean off the access lotion. I repositioned myself, one of my knees on her side, the other one between her parted legs, pressing up against her vagina. She wiggled as I tickled her ribs. “I’m ticklish,” Maddie remarked. “And horny,” I added noted. “Yeah, that too,” Maddie replied. I worked past her pubic area and went directly to her highs. Maddie closed her thighs. I dribbled a small amount of oil on her left thigh and worked it, pressing down with the palm. The next few swipes were rapid and hard. They were close together so it stung more. She could feel the heat and knew raised welts were forming. As she let her breath out as slowly as she could, she was jolted by the loud, hard smack of a paddle on her right buttock. She jumped and immediately regretted the reaction. She didn’t even have time to brace herself for the rapid succession of paddles that he inflicted on her, and the barrage was simply too much. Her stoicism crumbled and like tumbling.