My phone beeped. I grabbed it as Clint glanced at me. He wore a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, looking relaxed and somehow dangerous all at the same time. It was a text from Lee: '“She's arrived and with Carmelita in room 3.”' I nodded to Clint. He started up the car and drove us around the undressing corner onto a residential street. Three houses down, he pulled into a driveway I hadn't been at in years. The Armstrong residence. A nervous shudder ran through me as I climbed out of the car. Clint led the Solo Girls way, marching up to the door with purpose, a tablet clenched in his hand. He reached the door and hammered it hard. “Yes?” a man's voice asked. “Can indian I help you?” “Mr. Armstrong, it's Clint Elliston,” my brother said. The door opened. “Clint?” my girlfriend's father said. “And... Zoey. Um, can I help you?” “Do you know where your wife is?” Clint asked. “She started some book club,” he said. “They're going to be meeting every Saturday.” “You sure about that?” Clint asked as he swiped the screen of the tablet, turning it on. The video I recorded in the hotel room was already loaded. Clint turned it to face the man and tapped the screen. The video began playing. Mrs. Armstrong's punishment wasn't over. Not yet. To be continued... 0001 - Tempro 0003 outdoor - Conner- Thomas 0097 - Ace - Zimmel 0098 - Lucy 0101 - Shelby (mother ship) 0125 - Lars 0200 - Ellen 0301 - Rodrick 0403 - Johnathon Defeated and confused I retract my dick from his ass. “Good lover, indian you are getting good at begin my cock sucker. I was way way excited! “I would be honored undressing to aid you, my lady.” Her eyes then widened with pleasure as Luis’s pounding got harder. Antoine quickly turned his focus back towards his Solo Girls work. He had to get a handle on this situation before it drove him nuts. She kind of scared me. Momo… wasn't very nice." By this time even Carolina’s sister had woken up and was sitting up, trying to get a read for what was going on. She was wiping her wet lips with a small towel as she walked slowly to her bedroom. She pledged. The girls hugged for at least 30 seconds before they let go. At other times she would devour Connie’s breasts with an enthusiasm which would later bother her greatly. I was being, what was it? I’m so ashamed outdoor of myself, but I can’t change it. Mrs. Armstrong rubbed her fingers up and down her daughter's slit, caressing her, massaging her twat.