"I'm so,so sorry, auntie", he whimpered, his plump little hands reaching round tentatively to explore his lumpy, throbbing bottom, black and blue from...the finest thrashing it had ever taken. "I promise, it will never happen again. I'll be a good boy from now on. I swear it." "Hmm. No more looking up my skirt? No more peculiar fixation on my lingerie, glancing at them, stealing them and God knows what else? And you'll keep the house a little tidier from now on, too?" "Yes. Definitely. I. "So just keep it on slave, and go into the bedroom when you're done drying off."I finished drying, except for the soggy G-string, and went into the bedroom. My raging hard-on was sticking out the top of the pouch on the G-string. She walked into the bedroom a few minutes later wearing a red satin camisole, garter, nylons and black patent leather pumps. She came over to the edge of the bed where I was sitting, grabbed my balls through the pouch, and told me to open my mouth. She then stuffed my. Esta was very upset since she was obviously the best shot of the 3 girls. I told her I was counting on her to protect Ona and Oba for me. She calmed down and began crying because she was afraid for me. Ona was also beginning to cry. I told them that their crying was making me very sad, but I could not let them go with me because we needed to go on the motorcycle, to make the best speed. Besides, she knew where the other camp was located, generally.Blue Flower got what we needed together in a. Practically dying in the heat, I couldn't resist turning the hose around and spraying myself off, the water running down my neck and over my engorged nipples and down my tanned legs. An absolutely naughty idea occurred to me. Glancing over to the only house that was facing me, I knew it was unlikely that anyone was home. I had seen the car leave earlier and it hadn't returned. The windows were all facing me, but somehow that made me even more wet. I was so horny I just had to do something. I.