The first blow burned my ass like fire. Daddy wasn't fucking around. I wasn't as tough as Kristen. The third blow and I was yelling out. Then like Kri...sten an odd tingling in my cunt started. I was getting hot. Daddy started spanking faster, and harder. He was furious. He thrust his fingers into my cunt. “Just like your whore sister. You are wet and ready to cum.” Daddy released my hands and I started rubbing my cunt. This seemed to piss him off. He picked up the hairbrush and another burning. I was shaking nervously as I made sure the door locked in behind him. I took him to a corner office where no cameras were. I took off my pants, socks and shoes. Gary insisted I keep my shirt on because it turned him on. I bent over a desk and spread my ass open. I heard Gary unzip and lower his pants. His belt buckle made a metallic sound as it dropped down around his ankles. He moved up against me and teased me with his cock rubbing up in my crack. I felt his warmth and his pole enlarge. I got. As the paddle landed, he felt mesmerised by the way her ass responded, skin rippling up and down from her buttocks to the top of her thighs and the way the impact jerked her body forwards into the padding beneath her. After twenty or so, Anne had stopped begging for him to stop and was quietly weeping when he could take no more. He had to have her. Keeping hold of the paddle, he quickly undid his jeans and freed his penis. It was as hard and ready as he'd even known. At the sound of the zipper,. She proposed that they raid one or more restaurants on the night that the cops made their rounds for the money they were squeezing from the workers. That way, they could pick up food for the larder, prepared food for their supper, kill cops, and maybe pick up some more recruits. Everybody thought that was a wonderful idea, and they would start preparing for that tomorrow.However, it was now bedtime, so they went to their apartments. Shortly thereafter, the sounds of joy and delight began to.