. or at least that's what I think he was doing. Then out of the blue he appears in the living room."Emily go get ready to go out, my mother has Clare ...t's all sorted, dress sexily we're going to have some fun. In one hour a car is coming to pick us up." and with that he went back up stairs.It is just after 10am so I have until 11. I wonder what he means by have some fun. He's always going on about me cuckolding him and trying to take pictures of me. I also know full well he talks to men online. ”“What could happen?” I asked.“Who knows?” he said, standing up to take his pants off. He wore jockeys, like me.I went to the linen closet and got him a sheet, so the rough fabric of the couch wouldn’t scratch him all night. By the time I got back, he’d taken his shirt off. He put his clothes right by the couch, on the floor, so he could get into them again, in the morning.I went to my room in the dark. As I passed Tabby’s room, I heard snoring. I knew it wasn’t Tabby. Apparently, Grandma. “Say number one, Mary” he commands.“One!” you cry out with a gasp. Mr. Ries brings the paddle back up and again paddles your bare bottom as you squeal out, “Two!” You are stunned at how much the paddle stings. Mr. Ries brings the paddle down again across the lower part of your bottom at the top of your thighs. You barely are able to say “three” as the sting of the paddle runs through your body.The paddling proceeds with you counting each lick. You no longer care about what part of your body Mr.. My arms went right above myself and went up against my wind shield. I felt her just lick my sweet spot repeatedly and I closed my eyes.I couldn't help but to cheese again. 'She is already making me want to cum all over her face. I want to cry from pleasure and because of the reason of that pleasure too. Feeling this vamp's tongue slithering around inside me makes me wanna scream until my lungs give out.'"Why are the bitches and assholes of the world are the best at giving the business?" I have.