It wasn't a giggle, or even an outburst. It was a series of deep belly laughs, the kind that use up all the oxygen in one's lungs, and barely allow fo... a quick inrush of breath. He grinned, watching her eyes watch his flopping cock, and changed to stiff legged hops, with his feet close together, so that his cock just went up and down.She rolled off the bed, unable to stop laughing, pointing at his groin with one hand while covering her eyes with the other. Except she kept peeking, and every. They'd be mad at her, but she just did it again and again. They'd think this time it would be different, but it never was."You don't h-have anything," she replied, in a voice so low I could hardly hear her."You're right I don't. I'll just give this to Dad and Mom, and see what they think," I said, turning to leave."Wait! What do you want anyway, money?" No." Then what?" I want to play with your tits!" Fuck you, SHIT! No way in hell are you going to ever touch my breasts!" Okay, Mom, Dad, I have. ” She did exactly as she was told, and the moment she returned to her spot in front of him John was ready with the next command.“Remove the pants. Do the same thing, kneel down in front of your master and fold them neatly.”“Yes, sir.” Jenny slowly peeled down her tight jeans and repeated the process of folding them and walking them over to the table, and returning to her spot. All of this detail, his almost militaristic method, it was forcing the anticipation to grow inside of her like she. Now, my suggestion is, you grow up and realize that it's not my being there that's helping you on the field, it's your own natural ability." Could I come in? For coffee?" No, Josh, because I'm worn out and I want to put on some loose clothes and just flop down somewhere. You want to take me home tomorrow night, after the game, that would be fine. But not tonight." OK, Sandy. And thanks again."She was right. Our relationship was all off-kilter. I was thoroughly pussy-whipped, and I wasn't even.