’ I must’ve made a face because Mr. Ryan placed both his hands upon my cheeks and drew my head in close. ‘He never said what caused the rift bet...ween you, but he missed you terribly.’ It was strange to hear this, as my father had never struck me as the sentimental type. For a moment a part of me resented that this stranger has known parts of Dad I never saw. I could’ve sworn he was serious when he cast me from his family tree because I wouldn’t conform to his idea of the ‘perfect’ daughter.. He was curious about why I or any woman would like that. Initially I was reluctant to reveal all, but in the end I did, I told him about my subsequent visits to his school and his Headmaster, and some of my milder BDSM escapades. I’d already known I wasn’t the only wife playing with the headmaster, far from it.Part 2This conversation reoccurred when my sister was with us one afternoon, it had occurred to me to do this with Charlie but Anita pushed it to me right in front of him, so took him. To begin with I'd only seen the daughter from a distance and didn't even know her name, but on Saturday afternoon, the fifth day following my caning, I set out to walk to a my friend Philip's house. Quickly though, I changed my plans as I saw my new and attractive neighbour waiting alone at the bus stop, presumably to catch the bus which went to the town centre. Thankful that I had some money in the pocket of my cut off denims, I nonchalantly stood behind her as if my only purpose was to catch. She flew through A cup and then B,passing the point of normality for her age. Soon she was a veryoverdeveloped teen, and then she was freakish. Finally the breastsstopped swelling, and we could see tears rolling down her cheeks. "Lovely," said Kevin. "Now, girls, to your rooms. Jeannie, I wish thatnone of the girls could leave the mansion's grounds without my say-so."He led the way down the hall, and I brought up the rear. It wasinteresting to see how everyone moved. Since they hadn't been.