"You maybe old and mean but you're not on your way out unless you want to die, look at yourself, I bet you drink all day, eat fatty horrid heavy meals... never get out in the fresh air and walk around, what you're doing is killing yourself."Roundmoore sputtered, tapping the stool with his cane he yelled "the old sawbones who comes to bleed me, curse him, says there is no cure for the ailment in my leg says it's killing me." Laurel leaned down and started to unwrap the bandage around the old man's. ..desire to have this happen. I quickly looked up the stairs again."Take my panties...take them off..." I moaned.I felt his lips touch my shoulder as he kissed me."Are you sure Mom? Do you really want me to take them off of you? Mommies usually don't do this...Only slut Mommies do"God I couldn't stand it. My body was shivering from his touch and anticipation."Pleaseee son...I am a slut...please take them off" I begged.His fingers hooked into my panties started pulling them down. Inch by inch,. Turning to face Bruno, she reached over her shoulder and drew the glittering blade. His eyes widened for a second, then he let out a grunt and a laugh. ‘Whuh’s that, wenchie? You going to clean me fingernails with that little twig?’ He raised his heavy iron, spiked mace and swung it at her head. Dara set her feet and with a two-handed grip attempted to parry his vicious strike. She knew she was no match for his brutish strength, but if she could just get inside his swing, she might be able to. .. except the true beating she had received from Margo — that one had stayed with her. She was able to make a mental distinction between 'beatings', which were to be avoided at all costs and 'spankings'. In general they had become a component of the total experience ... not a pleasant component to be sure, but part and parcel of the act nonetheless.Then she felt the bony and iron-strong hand of Tatiana Turov descend on her bare bottom like a thunderbolt straight from the rage-clinched fist of.