She wasn’t walking to her car, she was walking directly towards us. “Oh shit,” I thought, “She’s gonna be pissed at us!”“Shit, she’s ...oming this way,” I said to my girlfriend. She pulled herself off my cock and turned to the lady who was now standing right beside her. My girlfriend looked up at he with a smile as a stream of spit dangled from her chin and said, “Sorry, I just needed to get some, you know?” as she wiped the spit from her mouth and chin.“Oh honey, I’m not upset, I know exactly. DON'T YOU EVER YELL AT ME OR ANY WOMAN AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!" yelled Bonnie.In a more normal voice Dean asked. "Bonnie what is going on?" To you I am Mistress Bonnie. The next time you forget it I will punish you. So what did you ask?" What is going on?" slightly pausing, "Mistress Bonnie." That is somewhat better. But there had better not be any more pauses when you say Mistress Bonnie. To answer your question. Your dad is paying for the crimes he committed against me. As you have just started. I made sure she’d be safe and wouldn’t get preggers, and I had a talk with her boyfriend ahead of time making sure that he’d do it right. I left them to it finally with two-dozen condoms. That was not an easy decision, but I guess I’m a nontraditional parent. He did right by her though; flowers, romantic music, and lots of foreplay.”“Does Kat still have the same boyfriend?”“No. They went together for the rest of that school year and then parted as friends. I think they may even be. After dinner we used to chat for hours till late night. Right at 6 AM he used to call me and wish me good morning. We were talking or chatting most of the time.Few weeks later he proposed that we meet somewhere and have lunch or dinner. Lunch was OK for me as dinner would be a late affair. As usual my hubby was at Dubai. So one afternoon we decided to have lunch in a hotel. But suddenly I got stomach ache which resulted in my monthly cycle. I had to call him and told him that I cannot make it..