At least it wasn’t about Jeff, directly. ‘And you can’t disrespect my thoughts and feelings that way. He is the most wonderful man I’ve ever m...et and you’re acting like he’s a terrorist.’ My family is given to hyperbole. ‘Get him over here for dinner so we can meet him,’ he said. It wasn’t so loud but it wasn’t remotely conciliatory either. He looked at my Mother. ‘Do we have anything scheduled tomorrow night?’ ‘No,’ she answered. ‘Have him here tomorrow night for dinner. Six sharp,’ he ordered.. 'Wow,' said Jeff. 'I thought that would have been enough for you.' Then, without hesitation, he swung the slipper again. Crack! The pain was intense, but this time I was ready and stayed down. Another swing of the heavy leather and a full blooded Crack! This time it was enough. I was on my feet again, hopping from foot to foot, crying with pain as I rubbed my punished, burning ass. But now it was my turn. Payback time. I grabbed the slipper from Jeff's hands and waited, arms crossed, ignoring. Her back arched. Her brown pigtails danced around the shoulders of her pink frock. Both her holes squeezed down on my probing appendages. Her juices tasted fresher. Hotter.“Oh, Daddy, those are both no-no places!” she gasped. “You’re making me feel so ... so ... So naughty! You’re a bad, bad Daddy!”“And you love it,” I groaned and sucked on her clit again.Her asshole clamped down on my thumb. “I do, Daddy! I love being your naughty, little girl!”Her pussy juices gushed out of her. Her fresh. He began undoing his zipper as she whimpered, when suddenly she heard two startled screams behind them. The boy spun to see what was happening just as a fist hit him square in the face, knocking him to the ground. She turned to see all three boys knocked to the ground, stunned and bleeding. A large man stood over the leader, looking angry. He crouched down and, pulling the knife out of the boys pocket, he pressed it against his neck. If you ever touch another woman, I will find you, and I will.