" Phil tried the door, finding that it opened easily. "Ah, good. Which way's the nearest exit?"She led the way down a poorly lighted passage, followin... arrows painted on the walls until they could see sunlight ahead. Once outside, they walked across the close-cropped grass, finally stopping where a gnarled tree cast a pool of welcome shade as the sun rose higher in the sky. Audrey relaxed, leaning back against the trunk of the tree while Phil kept a wary eye out for wolves."It's all right,". . . Suddenly, the pressure of his cock was gone. Wh . . . what? I groaned, turning my head in desperation. He was walking away from me. Wait, Randy, I hated the way my voice sounded, pleading, pitiful. Randy simply glanced over his shoulder, and then disappeared into his bedroom. Unashamedly, I scurried after him. He was lying on the bed, his sweatpants on the floor, that thick awesome cock sticking straight up. It jerked once, then again. Get over here and do me, he ordered. I wanted to. ?Whack!?Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Stop!??In addition, on any other day you foul up like you did today, you have to come over. Understand??Silence.Thwack!?Yeoooooowwwwww!!! Yes, I understand. Please don’t cane my breasts anymore. The pain is - ?Whack! Whack! Whack! ?AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!??Unbearable???Yes.??Well, you’re going to have to bear it dear.??No sir, please???This will go on till your breasts are a uniform shade of red. Are you ready??The caning took on a regular beat and I laid stroke after. In came Joey, a cute, tall buddy of her stepson. He was all sweaty but the reason he came inside was his knee was bleeding.He had stumbled while chasing a rebound and fell and cut up his knee. Peggy got a little frantic at the site of the blood, so she quickly told him to sit down, while she went to get the first aid kit. She came back and started cleaning up his wound, which looked worse than it was. Peggy was kneeling on the floor in front of Joey, who was sitting on a kitchen chair. She was.