”“Again, you couldn’t.” I peek in the bag. It’s one of the bakery’s small cakes. Doable for one but definitely a size better shared. “Sh...ll I get us some forks?”“Oh, I guess I just assumed that you would have it with your husband as dessert. But I guess that’s silly. He probably already has plans for you guys tonight and will have dessert covered.”I hide the bitterness with a fake smile until the feeling passes. “No, I don’t know what he wanted to do for me tonight, but he had some other plans. " With that,she led them back to the store room where Lady P laughed at Linda'spredicament."I hope you don't mind, Patricia," said Leigh, "but it seemed silly tohang a leash on a hook when the slave was not bound and then after doingthat, it seemed improper to not gag her. I hope you are not upset withmy assumptions." Not at all," laughed Lady P. "It seems our slave girl is always gettingherself into predicaments. Sometimes I feel like U69 who kept losingGwendoline. Why don't you leave the. She reached her right hand under my head and raised it and her right knee to a point so that my mouth was right there at her nipple. It was tight and dark pink. it was much darker than I remember it being and the nipple, it stuck out, but it was not smooth like the pictures seemed to always show in magazines. Grammy's was long and had all kinds of little ridges and valleys and ...well I wanted to run my tongue over them and explore all of their wonders!I was not denied my wish. She pulled me. Megan quickly backed out of Josh’s bedroom, swiftly closing the door and ran to her bedroom.She grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on the night table and proceeded to wipe away the blotch of her son’s cum from her leg. Small spots of wet fabric dotted her shorts near the area he had hit her, but Megan would have to let those dry and wash them later. The tissues were saturated and heavy with cum, and she could just smell the strong heady scent that Josh had deposited.Hesitantly, Megan.