You miss having a daddy around to confideand carp you these formative years, babe...like what you'reappreciating in me.'"Well, a wedge of humble pie a...lways keeps the main course inperspective!"She smiled at his boldness then soberly reflected. "I'm not the SnowWhite you imagine, Mr. Swainer. Not only wasn't I born with a silverspoon in my mouth, but it'd be fair to say that--that I've had a lot ofcatching up to do to grow up the way I was meant to be." Already look pretty mature to me--in lots. " Yes sir. I know how much I need to be punished. Thank you sir."He was still stroking my ass and it was getting more and more difficult to keep myself still. I knew fully well that it would just get me in even bigger trouble, but my pussy was aching so badly that I was still having a hard time resisting.Suddenly he pushed me onto the floor. Not caring about the startling impact, I quickly arranged myself onto my knees, hoping this meant what I thought it did.He unzipped his jeans and pulled. Jim scouted out the neighbors, there were a few about, and more beyond. A whole monastery of Buddhist monks who were chanting in group meditation when the magnetic polar shift occurred, had just been kept in the group trance by the Master, for 68 hours, chanting in grounding, supporting unison. They pursued their own goals and ends, and didn’t offer much by way of help or hinder.Jim encountered a head trip who knew he was more than he seemed, and he insisted on telling Jim about how he had been. The room was filled with the yellow glow from the candle light and there was an orchestra filling the room with the soft sound of music from the CD player. Taking her in his arms, kissing her, Master guided Angel towards the bed. There on the bed he laid her down ever so gently.Angel adjusted her position on the bed to allow her Master to join her. She also moved her ankle over to the light weight chain that he would connect to her cuff each night so that she was bound to the bed. Angel.