" That's... You can't..." It's my job, it's what she pays me for." Yvonne's face was set hard,looking back at her astonished husband over her shoulder... "I get bonusesfor certain things. That's one of them. How else do you think I make thekind of money I do?"Kyle gulped in shock, but he nodded anyway. ---"That's crazy, but a delightful idea," purred Mrs. Harding when thekneeling Yvonne told her what had been said that morning in her kitchen.The secretary wriggled a little in embarrassment. She. He slapped my mother's fat ass, and I almost made a mess in my pants as I watched the aftershocks ripple across her smooth, white skin. Mom's only response was a slight, high-pitched whimper, followed by soft cooing. Fuck. She wanted that great big ass slapped. Soon, I'd be the one slapping it. But anything other than right now was quite simply not soon enough. My chest felt tight, my airway constricted. Just then, Natalie crawled over to me on all fours, abandoning her poor son. Pat was. We were both rampant and definitely not fit to be seen by anybody. You should try and sort out this little snag to an otherwise sterling programme, especially if you think of having visitors over here."He, however, just laughed away my complaints and reminded me that we could set up visiting hours and select the persons allowed to visit at will. We just needed to define some parameters for entry, as it were. He mentioned too that this rather quaint side effect was the reason for all those. At last the ecstasy subsided, and, trembling, I sank to my knees facing him. We just looked at each other for a moment."Wow!" I breathed"Wow!" agreed Tom. There was a gob of cum about to drip off his chin, so I darted out my tongue, and licked it off. Then I licked all his face, like a mother cat washing her kitten, and Tom started purring, which made us both giggle. We kissed - long, wet, French - reaching behind, cupping and groping each other's bums. Lovely! Suddenly a series of piercing.