"I-I'm sorry? I-I don't understand..." I said, shaking my head.Her neck snapped around and she fixed me with her icy stare. "What don't you understand... Stephanie?" I..." Do you understand that you lied to me? That you've been a very bad girl?" she snapped."Y-yes... I..." And do you understand that bad girls need to be punished?"I remained silent, unsure how to answer. I felt a hot flush of shame rising from my neck to warm my cheeks.Miss Ford didn't wait for me to speak. Her face softened, a. "I'm gonna kill Frank next time I see him," Angel griped. "For God's sake, I don't need your permission or anyone else's to decide whether or not to get married."Martin was amused at how worked up she was becoming. She was definitely returning to her old self. "I agree with you," Martin said. "Do you love him?" Martin asked."I think so," Angel said. "But after this little stunt, I might just change my mind." I knew your willfulness was still inside of you somewhere," Martin chuckled."Oh," Angel. I flipped the eggs briefly and then slid them onto the plate, done over-easy, just the way we like them. I had already cooked up some hashbrowns, nice and crispy, and was starting to put bread in the toaster when I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I quickly set the toaster and started washing the skillet I had used for the eggs in the sink, having already decided that I wanted him to come in with me facing away from him.I have a steady career at a clinic as a general practitioner, so me. As he looked in the room, he saw his mom now kissing Melissa hard on the mouth, lips open, tongues exploring. Jack could never have imagined a more erotic sight. Then his mom, who had looked after him when he was ill, who made his dinner and kept the house tidy, who helped him with his homework, moved round to the foot of the bed and started to lick at her dad’s balls and asshole. “Keep still Cal, push your cock into our little slut and keep it there so I can bury my tongue in your shithole.”.