As I lay there in my pretty pink satin outfit, the store manager came in, his cock already hanging semi-hard. Daddy rolled me over onto my hands and k...ees and I instinctively raised my pantied ass into the air. The store manager gazed at my pantied ass, and noticed the wet spot which had by this time spread from the crotch of my panties to the ass."This little bitch is already wet!" He yanked my panties aside and i could hear him take out a condom."You don't need that shit," daddy said, "she's. Oh, thanks for having the sandwiches ready for me. How did you know I’d be home at this time?”“Spies,” was my mother’s simple reply. I just chuckled at that answer and finished off the remainder of my second bacon and tomato sandwich.“When you’re done, you best call Lisa with those lyrics. Have her write them down carefully, and then get her to slowly read them back to you, to make sure she has them correct. You’d, we’d all hate to get it embroidered with a mistake ‘cause there won’t be enough. Making Mike cum had been as thrilling as anything she had ever done. It gave her a feeling of power, like none she'd ever experienced before. And, she thought, that look on his face, when her fingers had first wrapped themselves around him.He must have been really excited, since she had barely had a chance to touch him, before he exploded. By the time she had finished her shower, and had gotten dressed again, Jennie had decided to call Mike, just to make sure that he wouldn't tell anybody about. Mrs. Collins pulled in right behind me. I walked the two ladies up to the front door and rang the bell. Mrs. Blakely took her sweet time letting poor Mrs. Dylan inside and out of sight of the prying eyes of old Mr. Gunther across the street sitting on his porch in his rocking chair. It was probably the most exciting thing that he had seen all year. I took Mrs. Dylan up to the master bedroom, removed her robe, and then I took her into the bathroom. I gave her an enema, I gave her a douche, and I.