But Katie's dad didn't seem to have heard him. " "Times they are a changing", like ol' Bob said. Gotta change with it, or you'll be left behind. You know BDSM I voted Obama? Twice." Antoine didn't know what to make of that anecdote. "Uh...cool?" Hank nodded, tapping the end of his cigarette on the glass ashtray on the table. "Good fella. Knew what he was doing. Wish we could have had four more years of him, eh?" He slapped Antoine's shoulder, and Antoine smiled awkwardly. God, if you're there, I could use a hand Thankfully, right then Katie came in to announce that dinner was served. Hank stood up with a labored grunt, and Antoine followed him to the Fingering dining table. It was your typical traditional dinner table, made of dark wood elaborately carved in several places, and long enough to hold four chairs on either side. As Antoine sat down in his seat, babe Katie plopped down next to him. Despite the lavish interior of Katie's home (and, for that matter, exterior), dinner was a surprisingly modest affair. Antoine had a plate of spaghetti and meatballs ready and waiting for him, with a small bowl of salad with ranch dressing on the side. While Katie's parents had red wine at their disposal, Antoine and Katie had to make due with a jug of clear water. He felt oddly disappointed. Hank sat Brunette down at the head of the table with a puff, and Christine sat opposite of him at the other end of the table, with Katie and Antoine spanking in between. My jizz spurted out of me. Jolts of ecstasy sent rapture bursting across my thoughts. “Given half a chance I’m sure that he would; I mean what man wouldn’t want to fuck 2 gorgeous daughters babe like you two?” School started, and we missed a few Thursdays BDSM while she was doing schoolwork or extracurricular stuff. Then she smacked my rump, the sound echoing Fingering through my classroom. Laura could hardly complain - she'd have just as much difficulty swallowing a cock of that size. He yawned “ Sweety pie, can’t it wait till morning?” he complained. I couldn't tell if I was breathing or not. She looks over her shoulder and it feels like she’s staring at me, but she quickly goes back to the lesson. The woman had no idea Lee and I were related. I don't want to see you anymore and I don't want to talk anymore." Scoop filled Lady Jaye’s pussy with his sperm as Lady Jaye fell on top of him. Long raven black hair, spanking big brown eyes that are so incredibly sexy. She pushed herself against Brunette the bars again, feeling the cold metal between her pussy lips, moving up and down against it. With Lexi’s pretty face securely wedged into the crack of my ass, I released my grip on my butt cheeks, allowing those firm pillows of flesh to close down around her.