Brace yourself!"He resumed his earlier pattern of occasionally smacking her while spending more time fondling her ass and pussy. The only problem was,...with his cock nestled in the groove of her ass crack, he was in danger of accidentally smacking himself in a very, very painful way. He tried to avoid that by smacking the outer sides of her ass cheeks, down by the tops of her thighs. That helped some, but still, his boner bounced around after each smack.After a few more smacks, he admitted. "Can't I have my hands free now? I'm not going to touch them," I nodded toward Lisa and Coral, who were now necking in a very gentle way on the couch. "I just want to hold YOU."She slid forward on my lap and leaned on me fully. That meant her cunt slid down on Mr. Meat and her fun-bags were mashed against my chest. She reached around and found my wrists. Apparently, they were some sort of trick handcuffs, cause they came off real easily."Now YOU, missy, are in for some serious fuck-time," I. Pops taught him to shoot it, too. His Dad might have been old, but the man could shoot the hair off a woman’s cunt at a hundred paces.It was all part of being a ‘real man’. That’s what his Dad always said.“Don’t be a pussy,” he’d always say. “The world is full of pussies. You’ve got to be a ‘real man’ to get what you fucking want.”A ‘real man’. Being a real man was a state of mind, not being. You couldn’t become a real man – you either were or you weren’t. It was an attitude, a swagger. It was. “If you do not there will be consequences and you will not like any of them. Am I clear?” The man waited for Krissy‘s response as she finally relented and made a motion of acquiescence with her hand and eyes.The man removed his hand from her mouth and got up off of her, but before he could reach down to pick her up off the floor she exclaimed “you don’t have to do this. My husband is a cop and will be off duty any minute. You don’t want to get shot…” Krissy’s words trailed off as the man.