With a practiced motion, Corbet was pulled over his motherÍs knee with his bottom high in the air and his young manhood wedged between her thighs. He sniffed again as he heard her snap on a pair of latex gloves and he heard the distinctive sound of the jar of Vaseline being opened and then [...]
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Corbet knew he was wrong and deserved to be punished, but that didnÍt make it any easier. He sat, for what seemed like hours, in his parents master bedroom awaiting his fate. The rules were well known to him, but just this once, he though they could be bent a little bit. But to his [...]
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