So with my whole body trembling, I constantly wondered if the next caress of the crop would be soft and pleasing or harsh and painful, that was my pli...ght, as I waited for the push over the edge that he had brought me to so many times. Finally, it came. I was totally exhausted, dripping with sweat and approaching what I thought would just be the end of just another buildup. The pain had to come soon. I was so very close to an orgasm. I just knew it could not go on. Then I sensed him very close. " What about them, I mean the military, you know? Will they let you stay, or will they discharge you?" They'd had one conversation about the future of his military career. Jack told her he had asked and was waiting for an answer. He had not mentioned it again."I'll fight it, if they do. But I have two job offers to choose from, if they win, alright?" Jack felt her nodding, but she did not relax. "But that's not what's really bothering you, is it?" No." You're not going to make this easy for me,. The burden is mine. I looked up and glanced both directions along the beachfront. No one in sight. I smiled and quickly pulled the slipknot at the back of Daphne's bikini top. I pulled it off as she giggled. Then she took the initiative and reached into my trunks, finding a hardness to stroke. I moaned with gratitude. I returned the favor, swiftly and precisely pressing my calloused fingers into her bare, swollen mound. My little ballerina was always eager to feel my sculptor's hands on her. But when he left me in my room to change into my pajamas, I heard mother berating him in the living room, her voice raised in disapproval. A few minutes later, father came back in and closed the door behind him. He told me to take off my pajamas and lie down across his lap. "I knew what he was told to do, and I actually felt a bit sorry for him, until his raised hand came down on my bare butt with a slap that stung me to the core. I yelped out loud in pain and surprise, and kept yelling with.