I tried to talk Gina out of letting Pitbull Pete from sleeping in her bed at night, but she seemed to think I was just being jealous and she told me t...at it was time I let her suck my dick because she really needed the practice to get better grades in cock-sucking.I put her right over my knees and pulled her pussy cat panties down and spanked her so hard that her ass cheeks were red as a stop sign. I have to admit that I spanked her harder than I intended because she was laughing and giggling. She could listen to the worst sort of crudity, without reacting, but never miss a word. Real life examples like Sheila and Christine were helpful, but neither would do well in politics. As Gerald said, soft handling of fools was not one of Sheila's talents. However, it was one of Eleanor Roosevelt's many skills.I was glad for the impulse that moved me to think of ugly leaders. I was, obviously, no Lincoln or Churchill, but Eleanor Roosevelt was someone Dr. Richards could admire. Part of this. Some people were teasing me about what might be going on in there, and as the time went on I started getting a hollow feeling in my stomach. What were they doing? I was getting very nervous and anxious, and quite frankly wanted out of the collar, but Robert had the keys. No one could let me out.Finally, after what seemed like eternity, Sue and Robert came back, both wearing white cotton robes. I was frantic to be let loose, but was told to calm down and listen. Sue dropped down and stroked my. “Here, you can use this. It’s just a sweatband that comes in handy on hot days. Just stuff it inside until you get home.”We met for a second, then a third time. They were merely short pleasurable rendezvous in the same obscure place under the trees before Angela disappeared. Angela was no longer in the park. We hadn't exchanged last names, addresses, phone numbers, or e-mails. I never saw her in the park again. * * This would end the story except that I bumped into Angela several.
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