Her spandex shorts riding up a bit to show her cheeks. I could not see her face."This could be the ass you worship. Interested?" was the only text in ...he message. It was sent from MadameMILF.Naturally I replied. "Yes, please."I anxiously waited for a reply, which took two weeks to arrive."You're polite, that's nice. I need someone to worship my ass. Would you beg to worship my ass?"This message and request was accompanied by another picture of her ass. This time it was taken from the floor. He should be finishing when we return."Her brother, Jeff, asked, "Isn't all that expensive?" It's not too bad really. Besides, it's for Karen." Her father said nothing. Mister Monroe knew more of my finances than anyone because I made a full disclosure in asking for Karen's hand. He knew that money wasn't an issue here.Jeff liked that answer since he seemed to adore his sister. I knew he had wanted to go to our college but his major really didn't work for our school. He did ask, "What's the. "Hi this is Chris, thought we might all just go back to mine and crash out and have some beers together, said he could pop along as well. Get in Chris"As we moved off Dave commented on how wet the windows were, inside, all misted up and condensated, then Chris added his comment."This little car seen some action then Dave? Smells like a right knocking shop….lol"I could feel my cock growing again and with no briefs to hold it back it was forming a hard tent in my joggers."You know Chris's, now. Andrea paused. She stared at right into Susan’s eyes, into the air. Then, without looking away, she flipped a hand. The coffin’s lid, which had been hidden away from her sight, flipped up. It slowly rose, pointed straight up into the air, and then fell. The coffin was closed with a muffled bang. Susan could feel it. Padding now pressed against her back, surrounding her totally.Andrea finished locking Susan inside the box with little ceremony. The coffin lid was sealed shut with the use of.