Evennow I could see my hand print forming."Do I need to start again?" I threatened."No....NO...Master.....Thank you.....please may I have another..?"S...LAP!"Thank you.....please may I have another..?"SLAP....I continued until I had given her fourteen strokes, by which time herbum was bright red and she could hardly stay on my lap. She stood uppulling her panties up and I had to laugh as she winced at lightesttouch of her panties."Now where is your key?" I demanded.She handed it over meekly, no. Daddy never wore clothes to bed, and I took advantage of that fact and shut my mouth over his soft cock.Daddy didn't even move.I started using my tongue to massage his cock while I sucked softly. His dick swelled in my mouth and he was starting to wake up. I started at the tip of his dick and very slowly took most of Daddy into my mouth and slowly made my way back to the head. Once more I did the same thing, ending with Daddy's cock in my throat. His hand found my hair, and he moaned softly.It. “I beg your pardon?” Charles spluttered“I believe you heard precisely what I said,” Jayne replied, “It is well known that you far more resemble Mr Brown who once was head gardener than you do your father.”“I say, that is a bit off,” he retorted, “Casting aspersions.”“Oh come on, you’re nothing like your father,” she challenged, “He is kind and studious and you.”“I what?” he bridled.“Chase anything in a skirt,” she laughed, “Except possibly a Scotchman in a kilt.”“I say, I have conducted myself. They were aquamarine. Almond shaped pools of Caribbean Sea water framed by dark dreamy lashes and perfect arched eyebrows. Her nose was more prominent than most girls’ but it wasn’t too big. Her lips were full and looked soft and made for an amazing smile. She had a spattering of light freckles across her nose and her skin was a creamy shade of pale ivory. She was wearing a clingy vintage rock concert t-shirt, old ripped lowrise jeans, flip flops even though it could snow out, and a ski coat..