I was enjoying it though I pretended to beg her to stop. She probably recognized the pretense as she never wavered. “This is for being naughty,” s...e had said between spanks. “And for keeping me waiting. Yearning. So hot and bothered.” “Sorry,” I whimpered. “I promise I won’t do it again, mistress.” She chuckled and released my hands from its suspension. Lowering me on the cool kitchen floor, I lay with my arms above my head again as she secured them to the cabinet doors so I could not move. After a little digging, he said, "The first one's a reduction in an antenna's sensitivity, and I bet the others are the same. -- "Yep, so's the second ... And the third." I'll assume you know how to count up to seven so I'll skip the rest of the quote. I'd hate for you to think I was padding out my autobiography unnecessarily. -- "Let's set them back to their original values and see what shows up." -- "Okay. Reinitializing the program. No alarms going off; that's a surprise. Let's eyeball each. Her eager mouth finds his and they kiss passionately, tongues exploring. Brock reaches behind her, grabbing the cool skin of her naked ass. He squeezes the soft flesh lustfully. Still kissing her, he reaches further down, underneath her ass. He finds her nether lips. She is soaked. He runs a finger to the hot entrance and dips it inside a little. Sylvie sighs into his mouth quietly. She breaks the kiss, pussy still clutching his finger.“How about we go upstairs, in case we fall asleep,” he. We fell into a comfortable routine where Callie would take care of the household chores in the mornings while I retreated to my home office and took care of business, then our afternoons were filled with hikes in the surrounding mountains, going into the nearby town to shop, having a picnic out in the wildflower meadows, or working on some little project. The house and yard really began to blossom from a woman’s touch. I got more interested in the projects, and we certainly ate better than the.