.At least that's what I really wanted to say and do. As soon as I thought about how much I love her though I snapped out of my rage and realised that ... was still downstairs, staring at the staircase, plotting what I would do about her disobedience. Thankfully, I always have my selection of "tools" for such an occasion. I could hear Little Missy huffing and puffing in the bedroom upstairs. After composing myself, I slowly walk up the stairs, with enough force to let her know I was coming and. . how much money? Or is it more specific pictures you want?”“Actually, I don’t want neither. I am here to help you, Sam.” Anna said.Her voice sounded honest to Sam, but she still held the pictures, “Help me by deleting the pictures Anna, please.”“Very soon Sam, I need you to first get a measuring tape please, do you have any at home?” Anna wondered.Sam frowned, “Guess I don’t have a choice,” and with that, she was off, it took her a minute, but she came back with a blue tailoring tape, “Is this. Take out your frustration on helpless little girls."She was about a helpless as a cobra. "Only when they take off their pants for me first." You like that don't you? Forcing a poor girl take off her clothes so you can beat her up? Does that make you feel like a big man?" she taunted. "Does that give you a big hard-on?"The question was academic because she was staring at the bulge in my crotch, but that was OK. She stood with her hands on her hips, her legs solidly braced on the floor, and I was. Charlie pulls his pants down, revealing his already hard cock, and the jogger trips from the chock. My heart begins to beat faster as I walk up to Charlie from behind, grab his cock and slowly stroke it, reveling in the sensation of holding a man’s cock in my hand. The jogger, revealed to be Harry from down the block, slowly gets up while not letting us go with his eyes. His cock makes a bulge in his tight jogging pants as he stands there, embarrassed and aroused, staring at us as I make my way.