.. all over the... place..." What posters?" Freddie asked. Then it hit him, and it hit him as hard as it had hit his sister. Valentines Day. It was on...y a few days away, and it was their first Valentines Day without Jerry and Leah. They both lay on her bed, crying their hearts out, holding each other tightly until they cried themselves to sleep.Their mother tried to get them to come to dinner, but finally gave up, and locked herself in her bedroom, and she too, cried herself to sleep.They got. If he didn't count himself.Looking up, he felt uncomfortably shocked as he stared at the night sky visible behind his mother's shadow looming other the hole above, and in that moment--only in that moment--as he lifted his hand, as if to reach for her, he wished. He wished that for the slightest second she would just be his mother. A real mother. One who'd climb down into the vile space that was to be his prison and just... do whatever it was that mothers were supposed to do.He sensed her. Jack gripped her hips and fucked her harder in the doggy position, his cock burying deeper and deeper inside of her. His balls slapped against her perfect arse as he continued to spank her and slap her arse cheeks, watching them wobble. “You like this baby? You like it when your old English teacher fucks you from behind, don’t you? You need my money, don’t you?” He lifted one leg up onto the desk and continued to thrust in and out of Izzy as she cried with joy. When she didn’t reply to his. “Here? Now?” “Of course, silly girl.” Her fingers pinched my nipples through the fabric, and I arched my back. “A punishment is only good if it happens close enough to the misdeed.” There was some sense in that. Not that it really mattered. That’s when Anne’s devious side came through again. “I’ll even let you choose your punishment. You can either have ten swats on your lovely bum right here in the parking lot. Or I can put the clamps on your pussy lips for an hour. Or, option three, I find.