The count praised Bertuccio's zeal, and ordered him to prepare for a speedy departure, as his stay in France would not be prolonged more than a month...."Now," said he, "I may require to go in one night from Paris to Treport; let eight fresh horses be in readiness on the road, which will enable me to go fifty leagues in ten hours." Your highness had already expressed that wish," said Bertuccio, "and the horses are ready. I have bought them, and stationed them myself at the most desirable posts,. This was of her father who had used to spank her as a little girl and of her terror then as well -although as she had aged she had begun to almost yearn for it once more. Another guilty secret that had been buried with the others. Sam had guessed as much from the train yesterday and he was pleased with his own judgement. The TV blared as Susan felt Sam strike her naked bottom with his hand. She saw her cheek indent and tried to scream with pain and terror but the sponge turned it into a muted. ”“Color me confused it’s time? Time for what?”“Time for you to make love to me.” She answered.I was able to maintain control of the T-Bird and drive safely, even though the sixteen-year-old in me wanted to get back to the house as quickly as I could. I drove straight home.When we got into the house, I had her sit down on the living room sofa. I asked her, “Does your mother know about your plans. I’m sure she’ll be calling when she thinks you’ve spent enough time away from home. Most of our. Just then the doorbell rang. Shit mom said, who in the fuck could that be? Damn, I forgot. Your fathers brother was coming over to help your dad fix the sink in our bedroom. Mom turned and started to walk out of the kitchen to get the door. Before she got out of the kitchen I had pulled the back of her dress up and stuck my finger into her wet pussy. She stopped and leaned against the doorway. The bell ring again. Mom yelled out. Hang on a minute I have to turn off the stove so it won't catch.