Do you understand Kitten?" She bit her lip, of course, she understood, but did she want to obey? Sir gave her a few moments before he roughly smacked ...er ass, drawing a short yelp out of her. This time he growled, "I said do you understand?" Yes, Sir," she murmured, still thinking about that hand on her ass and how maybe she wanted him to spank her again. Just a little.Her disobedience made him smile. Behind her cute little glasses and messy bangs, this girl was feisty. And play was just always. “I thought I was going to remain loyal to Jacy. But I even fucked Cassandra.”“You mean Stormie,” I said, winking at his wife as she sat at my kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee. Her tattoo seemed to almost glow on her nude skin.“No, it was Cassandra,” he said. “I know how confusing it is, but she was in full Cassandra passion. It was amazing.”“Did she return to Stormie later?” I asked; this time she winked at me and silently mouthed the word, “Coffee?” I nodded and watched her walk across. Laying back she spread her legs as wide as shecould exposing her nicely trimmed bush and revealingher wet lips and her eager clit now slightly swollenwith desire. Although all the attention so far had been directedtowards Peter, she was clearly aroused, she held hishead firmly against her pussy, his tongue, like areptiles, searching out her pleasure points, andlubricating her already over wet, and now somewhatprotruding lips, he tasted her sweet juices andslurped up the excesses of her dripping. Whatever the outcome of this vengeance he was planning, he would have to get away for good. This time she would be ready, bags packed, to follow him wherever he would go. The chance of losing him again was not an option.Standing at the window, the humidity was almost too much to bear. The dark street was silent. A yellow glow from the street lamps accentuated the glossy shine on her cleavage. Parting the top of her negligee, in an attempt to lure in the slightest breeze, she runs a hand.