I set it all out, and go change into my swim trunks.As I drop my clothes to the floor I notice someone standing behind me. It's my sexy little girl. S...he just turned 20. Her 5' 2" frame is filled out. She always says that her breasts are too small, but I think that they are perfect. Her smile could make any mans heart melt, but she only has eyes for me right now, seductive hungry eyes. She notices that I see her, and blushes, and smiles an evil little grin. I grab my towel to cover up, and shoo. It seemed every time I was the one guarding the chick and, being the gentleman that I am, I would always go real easy on them and not really guard them. That is how I started out with Sam. The competitor in her would have none of it. “Come on, play ball! Don’t give me this half ass stuff!” she yelled out, somewhat playfully. I began trying and she was guarding me with a lot of aggression. At one point she got a rebound after I missed a shot and she began dribbling, just teasing me with the. . and soon... said Quentin to himself. Meanwhile she hadn't been sufficiently punished. Madame Vesta tugged on the chain and Melissa tottered behind her. The door was opened and they made their way back down the corridor, Quentin bringing up the rear. Never did his eyes leave that weal-and-welt striped bottom as it undulated seductively from side to side. They entered a Punishment Cell and Melissa, still sobbing uninhibitedly, was fastened by her neck, with her back to a pillar. Her lead chain. "Sure thing, sweetie," he smiled at her and lifted his camera, pulling off the lens cap and taking a quick shot of her. "You know, if I could get you to model for me, I could quit this gig and go into more professional photography. You are much prettier than my usual subjects." He gave her a hangdog look, begging with his big brown eyes."You are a dirty old man, Bobby. You'd want me to pose naked and we know your wife wouldn't go along with that." She reached up and patted him on the cheek,.