Her pants seemed loose, about to fall off her now slender hips. Like every bimbo, she had a gorgeous face, lush lips, and her brown hair almost shimme...ed with its glossy beauty."What are we doing with her?" I asked my husband."No idea," Frank said as he pulled me to our bed. He sat down then patted his lap. I frowned, then went to sit on his lap. Frank shook his head. "You need to be punished."My cheeks reddened. "You want to spank me while I'm not a bimbo?"Frank smiled, "Yes."My pussy. His methods leave lots of room for improvement. But you have to accept that he was sincere in his actions, tried to salvage what appeared to be a lost cause. Whom would you have believed in his stead? You are a tall man, powerful both mentally and physically. Karla seems to be a helpless waif, guileless by comparison. Helmut, she would have destroyed you, certainly not by choice because she loves you as well, looks up to you even. But solely because she was being driven by those dark and. I pulled over about four houses away and just sat there to think about my stupidity. I watched another car approach from the other direction and stop in front of Casey's house. Oh, shit, it was that girl Sylvia from the bar last night. Bree must have called her. Where did she get her number? Hell, I could hardly remember her name. I know I never mentioned her last name because I didn't even know it.As she got out of her car, she was greeted by Casey and Bree at the curb. What the hell was going. .. I’m not sure,” said Tam nervously, looking a little flustered, conscious of the fact that George was present. “It’s fine,” said George, nodding reassuringly, “Don’t worry at all.”Gill looked at George began to kiss him again, this time in a more slow and sensual manner, running her hand inside his robe to stroke his chest and run her nail around his nipple. Her fantasy of having two men make love to her was about to come true, and she wanted to savour every moment of it, her pussy starting.