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I was also pleased that Lucy paid very close attention. We stayed for almost an hour before taking leave for lunch. Daryl assured George that he’d be back to do some shopping when he had time. Of course, we went to the diner. Lucy and I sat together and Max climbed up onto the other bench after Daryl was seated. That proved to be a problem because he was hit repeatedly by Max’s tail when two young friends came over to pet him. I moved him to the floor, telling him to sit. After we had ordered I asked Lucy, “How did Carl Haynes become chairman of the council when it appears that most of the others disagree with his views?” “He was the only one who wanted the job. In retrospect, I think I should have taken it, but amateurs we’ll have another election in November. He and two others are up for reelection then we’ll select a chairperson in January at our organizational meeting.” Mentioning Haynes reminded me that I wanted to phone Julia Adams, the State Attorney, for an update. After lunch we drove to the house that Daryl would be using. It was empty so he would need his furniture bizarre and that was due to be delivered tomorrow morning. The next week was routine. Well, it was probably routine for spanking Daryl and me, but it was a totally new experience for Lucy. The city’s house where Daryl was living was in sound condition but was in desperate need of sprucing Slave up. So Lucy joined us for what we learned was her first visit to Home Depot for paint, brushes, and some accessories. It took us six days, but we were able to paint the entire living and dining rooms, as well as the kitchen and Daryl’s bedroom. I was surprised to learn that Lucy actually had clothes suitable for painting—tee shirts with holes in the seams and jeans that had seen better days. Later I learned that she had bought them from one of the maids. I laughed at her embarrassment, but then I kissed her and all was well between us. Lucy turned out to be a great worker, concentrating on the trim while Daryl and I tackled the large areas of the walls and ceilings with rollers. I also learned how cute she looked with a dab of paint on the tip of her delicate nose. As hard as we worked during the day that was just how hard we played in the shower and after dinner in bed. The week was broken up briefly by a phone call from Julia Adams. She asked if I wanted to be a part of the surveillance team at the drug buy between Parker’s roommate and Jeremy Haynes. It sounded like a good idea, but I turned her down almost immediately. “We had a bit of a run-in at a coffee shop here a few weeks ago. I’m afraid that if he saw me your entire sting would be compromised.” She did agree and told me that she would keep me up to speed on the investigation. I thought everything was going well several weeks later—roughly a week before I would take over as Chief—so I used a morning when Lucy had an appointment at the beauty salon to drive to the county seat to transfer my license and registration from North Carolina to Tennessee. I had all of the identification required by the state and I had studied the DMV manual online, even taking several of the practice exams. I was in my Marshal uniform as Max and I entered the building. An official called out from behind me that I couldn’t carry a gun into a state government building, nor could I take my dog. His arguments died in his busty throat when I turned around and he had the chance to read the front of my shirt. I had worn my uniform at Jonathan Bascomb’s suggestion. “You’ll get much faster service in uniform than in regular clothes, that’s for sure.” He was right; no sooner had I approached the information desk than one of the managers asked how he could help me. Five minutes later I had my new license plate and another five after that BDSM I was taking the exam. All in all, driving to and back had taken much more time than the actual work in the DMV. I was driving along Main Street in Bascomb’s Landing and looking for a parking space when I saw something that made my blood run cold. On the sidewalk about fifty feet in front of me, Donald Craig had a pistol in his right hand and Lucy’s arm in his left. He was pulling her out the salon door and she was fighting all the way. She wrapped her legs around Rick & pulled him to her, getting his prick back inside her so that he could recommence. I knew she couldn't. "Yes," I replied not Slave giving her a true indication of what my brain was thinking. They could harm me. Undeterred Deepti knelt on all fours and started to lick the tiles clean as the last few drops fell onto the back of her head. My wife and bizarre I always prided ourselves in being open minded and certainly not racist; but spanking I’d never really thought about my little girl dating black boys. I was also amateurs envious of the the incredible intimacy of it all. What in the hell was that I thought as I closed my eyes. Her lips parted in a sigh and my thoughts instantly became lewd. Climbing between Scarlett’s long slender legs took only a second and a second later I had lined up my cock with her oozing slit. “What about you, any luck with the guys?” I came out to Eric when I was 15, he was 17 and kept really cool about it. My cock was twitching in the air as she sent tingles through my entire body. "What that fuck?" she exclaims. And he didn’t know that she got balled not once but twice, and too in the doggie posture, like a true bitch. Emily rubbed the relay stick between her legs, with one hand stretching her pussy lips a little. Not only a quorum showed up, but all of the elected members did. I grinned at him. Then she rose up me. She lifted her convulsing twat up my cock. BDSM Surely her missionary hosts knew she was missing. I kept eating her pussy and she began busty to moan, sometimes loud and sometimes soft. I sighed. Their skirts and blouses ripped to shreds the spawn attempted to crawl to safety. His partner was a petite thirty eight year old with a lovely figure, she did not work so was kept naked all the time even when he had visitors. When I was just about back to normal I heard someone ask, My eyes were locked on my older sister's naughty digits. Perhaps I'll join you.