“Shall I keep going?” she asked knowing full well what the answer would be. Helen spoke first. “Show us your body.”Monica needed little prompt...ing. “I will save the best till last,” she said in her pucker English accent, shrugging out of her briefs and letting them fall to the floor. As she undid her bra she held Helen’s gaze. “I think my tits are just as impressive as his his huge cock. Especially my nipples. My nipples have been known to drive men insane with lust.”With that Monica let her bra. ” That broke her mood a little -- George was so bourgeois -- but only a little. If you had to be nagged about paying debts, being nagged about his paying you was much better than the reverse.“And how much did your groceries cost?” she asked when they were settling up. “I’ll subtract that.”“My treat. I decided. I didn’t consult you, and I won’t make you put it in your food budget. I don’t plan to do this often enough to make a dent.”“Still, it was sweet of you.” And it had been sweet of. Tom of course would not need to be towed back. Jada thought this last run would be the easiest run of the lot.“So, did Sandra opt for the autodoc?” asked Parni.Jada nodded. “She finally did. It’s a good thing too. From what little I understand of its diagnostics, the unit wasn’t too happy with her foot. It might be spending some time with her.”Parni nodded. “I was suspicious about that too. It was one nasty wound, and Sandra drove herself very hard today.”Jada nodded again as she watched the. It was an instruction he didn’t want. You were only allowed to rub before your spanking, never afterwards. Being allowed to rub could mean only one thing. One dreadful thing.“So Dad, the restaurant phoned and asked when I was going to book. Didn’t they?” Marty couldn’t speak.“Didn’t they,” she said sternly.Marty said a very weak, “Yes.”“Yes indeed,” Zoe said, adding, “So why don’t you rub Dad,” still glaring at him.Susie squirmed around to loom at Susie, also realising what was happening. She.