A torn jacket was impaled by one.Brandy stopped and stared. It was Grant's jacket; his favorite work jacket.And it was torn to pieces.Stepping closer,...the blonde could see several dark stains blotted over the jacket. It looked like blood but then again their haunted house had lots of things covered in what looked like blood. It wouldn't have been an issue if it hadn't been Grant's jacket.Suddenly, she really didn't want to be here alone."Grant," she yelled, "If you are trying to scare me, I. Joyce liked his thick brown leather belt delivered without mercy on her large rounded bottom. She would try and get round to his home at least twice a week for her punishment. One afternoon however Kay, his now ex-wife, came home unexpectedly early from work. Joyce was strapped to their coffee table getting the full force of his punishment when she walked in on them. Marriage over! “If you wanted to bend me over this table, lift my skirt and take off my thong and give me a good leathering as a. CB spoke and said don't worry help is on it's way.My wife looked over and by accident raised her knees up and said ok but I just want home. She rested her head face down into her knees unknowingly displaying her great legs but also her stockings and black see through knickers.CB couldn't help but look, her bald clean shaven cunt was on full display even if she didnt mean it, her legs looked smooth and he started to feel aroused and slightly embarressed. He gently said excuse me but I can see. It was unlocked, and he stepped inside. The house was empty, but he was greeted by an overwhelmingly bad smell. He called out for Ms. Alsover."Is that you, Timothy?", he heard a hoarse voice from the bedroom. Timothy duck-walked over to the bedroom, and found Ms. Alsover lying on the floor, a blanket wrapped around her."Oh Timothy, what happened to you? I was so worried", she spoke."What happened to you, Gladys?", asked Timothy with deep concern in his voice."Oh, my darn back again", croaked.