Lauren went to strike Janet with her hand, but held back. "Why should I strike you when I can use the whip instead?" asked Lauren. "Now strip! Sabr...na, attend me, please," ordered the Mistress. Janet coiled her whip and placed it on a table where she had removed it. She watched as Lauren ordered Sabrina to let Myra down from her imprisonment, then Janet slowly removed her few articles of clothing. She placed those on the table next to the whips and other articles of the Dungeon. . Then there's the 8 percent spent doing busywork and the final 2 percent is terror. The bastards are shooting at ME!"With the excavator in the pit, 90 percent is on your knees doing not so mindless work with the trowel, 8 percent busywork: measuring, leveling, checking walls, writing boring field survey sheets of finding nothing, and 2 percent "chink" Oh shit! get out the brush and the chopsticks ... what is it? ... what is it? ... is it 'something?' or is it nothing but another fucking. Pull on my nipples while I cum. Oh Shiiittt.My Aunt emerged from under the table. Her hair a mess, face wet from my mothers pussy juice and my cum. Her pants around her thighs.Pants off my mother told her. Johnny I want her pants off now.I of course was more then willing to help my Aunt out of her pants. I pulled on them practically ripping them off. My Aunt to liked that. Do you still take it in the ass Fran, my mom asked?I do however it's been a while.Mount my si(s)ter Johnny, mount that. My husband usually does this on the couch where I can lay across his lap she said. I said that would be perfect and sat on middle cushion, placing my glass on the coffee table. She almost seemed to hesitate before she stretched her thin frame across my legs and I noticed the first sign that she was a little embarrassed. Have you ever been spanked by anyone other than your husband? I asked. Not since I was a girl, she replied. I couldnt help but enjoy the sight of her beautiful cheeks and gently.