Come with me to the kitchen and see what I’ve got.”The two of us padded naked to the kitchen. I switched on the kettle then opened the fridge door... “Help yourself,” I instructed.While Mel was rummaging through the contents of the fridge, I put a teabag into a mug and added nearly-boiling water. Mel managed to find a soft drink to her taste, plonked herself on a kitchen chair, opened the can’s ringpull and took a large swig. “That’s better,” she said, before emitting a loud burp and breaking. Will you accept my daughters as wives, even if there is some delay in consummating the matches?”“Bertha, I will do anything to gain your esteem, so if that is your genuine desire, it shall be so.”“John, I am only reflecting the wishes of my poor girls, who are all I have left of my family. I can see that you would be a good man for them, so I will not stand in their way.”John sighed. “Very well, Bertha. Your family will become my family, when we get around to it.”“No, John,” Numa insisted, “We. She stepped in and grabbed my hand and placed it on the shaft of my penis. "I want to see you pleasure yourself as I undress, just don't cum," she said while watching my groin closely. I began to stroke myself slowly causing a smile to come to her lips as she stepped back and continued to unbutton her blouse. My gaze focused on her chest as she lifted her blouse off and a white demi bra came into view. Denise has small breasts but the sight of them in a skimpy bra combined with the office skirt. I stood and brushed myselfoff, then grabbed my ankles. "Sir, please punish my ass withyour paddle," I cried. "As you wish!" Pete replied ashe took a swing directly in the center of my tush. I held in myscream. It felt more like a baseball bat than apaddle." "One, sir, thank you. May I pleasehave another?" I breathed slowly. "Certainly!" Petesmiled as he prepared for impact. Twelve strokes on my ass and upperthighs. While it wasn't many strokes- I have had much more- it wasthe force of.