Yes, from now on, you must address me by a title. I think that Miss Laurie is best. Both of you will call me 'Miss Laurie' in the future. Do you hear ...e?" Laurie persisted."Yes, 'Miss Laurie'," the two slaves replied fearfully, as Ms. Purcell's tone left no doubt that she was strict in at least some ways."Alright, both of you, take off those silly shifts of yours. I want you naked. That's better. Now, Samantha, bend over that table. Yes, that's right. Spread your butt-cheeks. AI, is it possible. As he pulled into his drive, Andrew was surprised to see no lights on in the house. Did she get pissed and leave the house, he thought, but when he pulled into the garage her car was there.He really didn't know what to expect as he walked up the stairs from the garage into the mud room and then into the kitchen. He hit the light switch and, with one look, realized how much trouble he was really in. The candles on the table had been extinguished for some time. The unopened bottle of Cabernet. It took a few days, but eventually it was impossible to contact a Winkle, by virtue of the fact that all of them now had unlisted numbers. Even that didn't protect Martha, whose new number was weaseled out of an employee of the phone company for the tidy sum of two thousand dollars. That two grand got the enterprising reporter an air horn in his ear and a burst ear drum, but nothing else.As far as the Winkles were concerned, Bob's story was their business, and no one else's.The feds learned. At that point, all she wanted to do was please Dot like she had been pleased. Dot spread her legs wide for her as she licked, sucked, teased and ate Dot’s pussy. She sucked on her swollen labia one side at a time the way she herself liked it, then darted her tongue in and out of her hole. She lapped at her slit. She really seemed to enjoy it when Jamie stopped at her puckered asshole and licked in long strokes all the way up past her cunt lips to her mons. While Jamie ate her, she found her own.