” I ushered them into the living room, where I found Marilyn reading a short speech she was supposed to give about motherhood and apple pie, or some...such nonsense.She looked up and said, “What are you doing here so early? And why do our daughters look like drowned rats? What did they do now?”.“Mom!” squawked both the girls. If that fazed Marilyn, it didn’t show.Marilyn stood up when she saw the visitors. “Hello.”“Marilyn, please sit down. Girls, you too.” I said. I went to my wife and moved her. CRACK. CRACK. “Forty, sir. Thank you sir.” Her tone didn’t seem to be very appreciative, which made me smile again. The last ten were good and hard, lifting her up on each one. I loved the little gasps she made, how her body moved as the paddle cracked into her ass, how hard she was breathing. I gave her three extra, just to be fair to both cheeks. She stayed in place, knowing not to move until she had permission. Christie sat back on the floor, wondering what was next. I rubbed my hand over. She focused on the remainder of her soapy duties, stepping out of the shower afterwards with a content grin, wrapping herself in her favorite pink bathrobe, deciding with a wicked grin to leave it open as she walked back to her room, enjoying the rhythmic slap of her cock against her thighs as she did. She posed in front of her full length mirror, patting the vague outline of six pack abs, chewing her lower lip lightly as her eyes traveled lower, poring over the throbbing, half hard prick. Her. Maker preserve us, it’s a nug.Laughing, I tore open the envelope and read the letter I knew could be from no one other than Leliana herself. And it was; she had sent two pages of elegantly swooping calligraphy – embarrassing me with the contrast to my ugly, clunky scrawl – detailing her travels for the past months. She’d gone to Haven initially, with a gaggle of Chantry scholars including Brother Genitivi; when they’d discovered that, as I’d predicted, the ruins were empty, the guardian and urn.
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