After packing a few things, she spends the week at his place.
After dinner was finished, Mr. Cramer pushed himself back from the table. "Come here slut," he said. Amy rose from the table and came around to his side. She stood in front of him, hands clasped behind her back, and legs spread. "Yes, Sir." "Once you finish clearing the table and get the dishwasher going, we can leave to go back to your place so you can pack some clothes. You will need...Read On