Does that sound doable?’ ‘And then I won’t have the mentally - no wait, mental concentrat…uh, thing that makes me a slut?’ ‘Once all is said and done, yes.’ He opened up his phone, half expecting to see a series of increasingly more frustrated messages from his mum - that he’d forgotten to do something, or was late, the usual - but instead saw that he had over 20 snapchat notifications. They were all from Scarlett. ‘Okay. I’ll-’ Isabelle was interrupted by the doorbell. ‘Daisy!’ ‘She’ll want to see us…’ muttered Eleanor. Darius grinned. ‘Then you two better get yourselves cleaned up before she arrives. Remember, Eleanor, that other people won’t be very domination accommodating of your relationship with your daughter. It’s best to keep it secret.’ He couldn’t be sure how hard she had been listening given the fact that now that she was slurping up the rest of the stains of their lovemaking off Isabelle’s chest. They descended into a heap on the floor, hair flying, giggling wildly as Darius left the room and made his way out the back door. As Sammi stared out the windshield watching nothing in particular and petting Ol'Jack Joseph was driving and singing with his country and western music a practice he had that kept him awake and helped him keep his eyes on the road. He was trying to let his passenger not feel like she was being BDSM interrogated but he also couldn't help question the things she did that seemed odd. He took a deep breath and decided to ask something that was bothering him, "Did something happen back at the cafe...with you and Ben?" It was strange the number of emotions that went through her mind while she thought about how to answer his question the strongest emotion shame. She looked around and even squirmed in the seat before making a decision how to answer, Hardcore "He uh...touched me, under the table." A few minutes passed with no conversation other then the lyrics to the music playing before Joseph responded, "I'm sorry I didn't notice. I should have, I thought it odd with all the questions he was asking me about old times. Are you okay?" She answered first with spanking just a nod, then realized he had to watch the road, "Yeah, I'm okay." After a few minutes pause she added, "It's not your fault. You have nothing to apologize for." She wanted to say she could take care of herself, but even she didn't believe that so she just left it at the apology. Joseph struggled to avoid making it an interrogation so he decided to make a statement, "Whomever put those bruises on you..." he paused taking a deep fetish breath then continued, "that's pretty messed up and I'm very sorry they did that to you. There ain't nothing you could have done to deserve to be hurt like that." Evan rolled on Hardcore his back, and Candy turned on her side, looking down at him. Ok, mister Mike I like Kitty any way, and off she went. I slid my cock back into her cunt smoothly. I moan my approval because I can’t talk from my brains being scrambled while I orgasm. Katherine joined me on the dock when Heather, BDSM and the girls showed up. The man had an annoyed expression. "No, you can't be gay here." “I can see it is making you uneasy and I promise not spanking to say anything more on the subject.” “I want some pussy mark, but I don’t want to go to jail.” I said looking at him firmly. Our juices, our sweat, my piss and tears formed a little pool in his palm that we lapped up with unique zest. I was very hot thinking about my teacher. "Do domination I need to intervene here? “Oh, damn, she's milking my cock!” And if your daughter fetish is suggesting coming here, then she knows it too. I looked at Ethan but didn’t say anything. I winced as the big Arlene went straight for it with her mouth.