" there is laughter in his voice again. I am relived to hear that."The Killmick boys are still not my fault." I repeat for the hundredth time. I don't...know why no one believes me."Nice to know you're not taking credit for random chance," he tightens his arms and gives me one last squeeze."we should go to bed now."he says.I am too content to to contemplate moving so I say instead "let us just stay right here, and you can nibble on me some more." You need sleep." he says in a wheedling. We cleared around the back door of the house and the smaller door of the barn. Opening the big barn door was neither necessary nor wise.About the middle of January, Sharon and Jim returned from one of their trips dragging a blanket with canned goods! They said there was more and they would go after them tomorrow. Sharon told me that it was a warehouse not a store and they closed it up behind them. I told them both to be very careful not to be seen or followed.Bob and I went with them prepared. The feeling of her hand on Kara's soft bottom along with the resounding echo of Kara's ass being spanked sent a decadent thrill of control cascading through Amy. When just the right glowing hand print was clearly visible on Kara's ivory skin, Amy slipped back to the camera and caught the image perfectly. It would be the perfect lead in to the BDSM theme the professor wanted, but even more it played into Amy's personal intentions for Kara. Leaving Kara tied and squirming, Amy slipped over to. She managed to catch herself and kept from falling, but she dropped the bags she was carrying and when they hit the floor one of the broke open. It was the bag from the adult bookstore and the fake cock slid across the floor and stopped when it hit the shoe of the cable guy. He bent, picked it up and looked at it.Pretty real looking, isn’t it?” he said as he stepped toward her and handed it to her. She just knew that her face had to be beet red as she took it from him. He bent and picked up the.