" Kids are ten or eleven."We tried it. I could easily imagine Lee six months ago finding a corner to get out of the way. This is NOT that Lee. This Le...e thinks she belongs at my side, so there she was, and as much as some people wanted to categorize her as the typical dull-witted, rebellious teen, that's not Lee either. It didn't take much encouragement to get her right into the middle of conversations the first time out. And after the first time, the word got out. Found us being invited over. Does having your palms slapped hurt? I don’t understand why it would but then again i’m not the biggest expert on spanking. Stepmom gave Makaela two hits with the strap on each hand and then gave further commandes. “Get up Makaela and bring the ottoman over.” “Yes mommy.” I watched an absolutely naked Makaela with a jiggling sore ass and big bouncing breasts, bring over a large ottoman. Without a word Makaela got on the ottoman on all fours. and opened her legs then bent her upper body. , enjoy the game! Lots of muscular guys running around getting sweaty, sounds like more fun than having my bare breasts in your faces to you guys, I guess!"I went upstairs to my bedroom again. I changed into a tight red button down blouse, a black mini skirt that barely covered my thighs, and a white thong and sheer white bra. I grabbed a bottle of Wet stuff, which is a very slippery sexual lubrication oil. I came downstairs, and I had there undivided attention for a minute. They looked at me. He had the sort of face to which it is easy to take an instant dislike. He was about my age with smooth features and slightly over-long hair. The tailoring was definitely Saville Row and the hand he offered me as he rose to greet me had been expensively manicured. The Jermyn Street shirt and Hermes tie only confirmed my suspicions. He was either a property developer or a senior civil servant. He turned out to be the latter. He introduced himself as Edgar Smythe and I had the strange certainty.