Damned church shoes, I guessed. Where the hell did those come from? I certainly wasn’t wearing them when I left home. There were voices on the boat....Not just Jake’s and the bearded guy’s, either. Couple more, maybe three. All male. Laughing low, gulping beer. “Now here’s the rule,” Jake said. He wasn’t talking to me but I listened close. What the hell was that on my chest? It was like duct tape on my nipples. And I had a jacket on it, a big shirt, something soft and floppy. “Dutch and I caught. Wait a minute. Did you accidentally chomp down on Cameron’s ‘basa with your pointy incisors? What the heck happened?” Lauren’s examination threatened a potential fire at the beginning, the middle, and the end of Natalie’s patience. She had little tolerance for prying conversations. “I’m not sure. But I am certain of a few things. My new black lace lingerie did nothing to hoist Cameron’s slumbering lumber, my superb hand strokes were insufficient, and my perfected fellatio skills, sans teeth,. "Relax my pet," his voice echoed as another thudding and hard smack came to her. Fighting herself, she relaxed her behind and felt the blows through her, cascading up her body and slamming down into her sex. Moaning wantonly in time with the spankings, she widened her legs, hoping her Master would take pleasure in her and allow her forgiveness and end this punishment.With a hand fanning over her ass, she relaxed more, lying against the bench, feeling her body being kneaded, feeling this. Look at me and answer my question,” I instructed. “Huh? Um. I think almost three hours ago,” Dylan was able to provide once he tore his attention away from the TV. “Fine, you can have fruit snacks,” I nodded. “Yesss,” Dylan hissed, and did a rather theatrical celebratory fist pump. Dylan was the ham of the family, and that was saying something, because all the boys were hams in one way or another. But Dylan took the cake. He was nine, small and thin and bony. He was the runt of the brothers for.