”“You saw your sister’s breasts?“ gasped Monica.“Yeah,” he said, wondering if it had been wise to use his sister in this story. But it was...too late, now. “We’d seen each other naked lots of times, growing up,” he said.“Of course,” said Monica, who had no idea what “normal” was for siblings growing up.“So anyway, I was behind Sheryl and she kind of pulled my hands to her boobs, because she got excited watching them.”“Which sister?” asked Monica.“Julie,” said Bobby, who couldn’t think of any. I quickly realised no matter how or when or even what I answered, I was going to be spanked. “I’m doing this for your own good Evie,” Mistress said. “You must learn to obey me.” I knew that wasn’t a question, but it was becoming instinctive “Thank you Mistress.” Whack, whack, whack! The spanking would pause for a few moments while Mistress Sarah would rub her bare hands over my warm arse. I was guessing it was getting to be a nice rosie red colour by now. And then more spanking.. " I was just about to start my supper," Will responded. "Where did you want to go?" Do you know how to find the Mama Rosa's in the Iron City Towers?" Yes. That's about half a kilometer from my apartment." It's just across the street from my new apartment," replied David. "If you'll meet me in the lobby of the Iron City Tower, I'll buy you dinner." That sounds like an excellent idea," replied Will. "I'll meet you there in about thirty minutes." Good. I'll see you then," said David.Mama Rosa's. Can you please fuck me and make me cum?!”This just kept getting stranger and stranger… and more torrid! Did she actually just say “sir”? Was she getting some ideas from someone at work, the internet, where? I was not thinking about that too closely with my wife’s beautiful ass in my hands and my now extremely hard and leaking dick sticking out towards it. I just leaned forward and started sliding my sword into her hot, wet sheath. “Oh, fuck yes. Pound me!” she uttered while moaning.I was lost.