There was silence around the table. Except for Angie, she was grizzling. I’d been shouting and now she was upset. No one moved to comfort her.Mum an... Dad had been deliberately not mentioning that topic throughout lunch. I mean, Tara was being punished. She’d had her lecture, so now they were making sure she knew she was still a part of the family by having a normal lunch. And I ruined it. I sat here and let my big mouth run away with itself and ruined it all. Not to mention ruining any chance I. Taking a deep breath, Claire landed her hand, palm down, on Jenny’s right cheek with a resounding “thwack!”.Jenny gasped loudly and went limp for a second. The stinging blow left a faint, but clear, imprint of Claire’s hand on the buttock. Claire gently rubbed the area that was rapidly turning bright red. She cleared her throat pointedly. The girl stiffened for a bit as she tried to work out the meaning of it.“ONE. Thank you mistress!” she yelled as understanding dawned on her. Claire nodded. She liked my company and even told this to her husband who also appreciated me. But the frustration to fuck her was increasing day by day. I was restless and would often try to eavesdrop when she comes to the home to talk to my mom about her issues, she would tell how frustrating it is for her as her husband brutally assaults her if she speaks about his family and also very rough in bed etc.She once came to my home to talk to my mom and asked for me but I was sleeping so she started to my mom. He pushes Leslie’s hand away from my breast and replaces it with his own, cupping each of my tits, tracing circles around my nipples and lightly tweaking them. Leslie moves that hand around to my ass and squeezes it as she continues to fuck me with her fingers. Rick starts to kiss my neck, and these unexpected sensations are getting me worked up again. “What does she taste like, Rick, darling? I’m sure you ate her pussy, didn’t you? I’ll bet she begged you for it. Is she sweet?” Leslie pulls.