This morning, the kitchen looked spotless. I carried my basket through into the lounge and put it down on the glass topped coffee table. As I put my a...ron on, I let my gaze wander over the room. It looked relatively neat and tidy in here too. I moved around the lounge, picking up cushions from the couch and fluffing them up, replacing them just right... A magazine lay on the floor. I picked it up, and glanced at it's cover as I closed it. Home and Garden. A stunning house on the front, with. I pushed against her, but she was both stronger and had the top, so she just had her way. It scared me - not the choking, but the fact that it felt so damn good.After a while, she pulled out, and before I could catch my breath, she had slammed into my pussy. I moaned loudly. She knew I was liking this, as much as I wouldn't admit it. She was totally in charge."My little slut," she said. I had never heard her speak like that. It scared me to hell. "Say it. Say you're my slut." I....I don't want. It's not even an ounce being poured in, then I pour a common sweet syrup filling it near to the top. Then gave it to her. She knows the syrup after a quick sniff of the cup and greedily drinks it. Usually the syrup is given only as a reward for good behavior. She does not know what is ahead.After a moment, she feels her heart lurch from inside, the cup drops from her hand then she collapses on the floor. She's not dead, nor is she in any "real" danger. I bring out my "book" and open it. Inside. Yeah, that’s a cute little car. But not that great if you wanna go out on a date ya know.”We all laughed, as Mandy blushed. “Well, I will just have to date a boyfriend that has a bigger car. It’s not like Linda here, she pretty much owns your car now.”Linda smiled, and I went around and gave Mandy a hug. I went and did the same, telling her “Mandy, once you get your license and you need the Whale, just ask Linda. You have my permission to use it if she does not need it. And if there is ever a.