"He hung up the phone and looked at me. "Whatever you're planning," he told me, "you're dialed in." Thanks, Mike. I owe you one. You've been a benefit... to oppressed people everywhere." Yeah right," he said. "Well I gotta go, dude. Catch you this afternoon."A thought suddenly occurred to me. "Hey, Mike?" Yeah?" he said, in the middle of turning to leave."You got any buds? I've been itching to get stoned."He looked at me strangely for a second. "I got some at home," he told me. "About enough for a. "1027 Brandywine Lane. January 9, 2010. Life-size." Hi, master," said the five-year-old girl who appeared between us just as the Pope finished folding the blanket over. She'd be missing a day out of her life, but I wasn't planning on telling her. I imagine the Pope wasn't going to be talking much about it either."Mister Thompson," I said with a smile. "You can call me Mister Thompson, sweetie. Never master." Okay, Mister Thompson," she said. "Where's my mommy and daddy?" Your mommy had to go. " Walter slid his hand down, moving it between her thighs as he sucked her tits. "Wow, Mom! You're really soaked!" Walter said looking into her eyes.Patty blushed. Walter was now fascinated by his mom's hot, creamy, pussy. He took hold of her panties and pulled them down. Her inner thighs were slick with her oozing pussy oils. Walter spread her thighs apart and stared at the unsatisfied, animated pussy. "Don't just look, Walter." Patty panted as her cuntlips pouted. "Why don't you just. Indeed, I think perhaps a dozen sharp strokes of theCane, followed by an afternoon on the Punishment Wheel might begin toaddress your crimes."I nearly fainted right there on the spot, dizzy with fear, gripped byoverwhelming dread of prolonged and painful punishment."Oh no, Ma'am!" I pleaded. "Not a caning! Please ma'am! Not that! Notthat, Ma'am!" Tears were actually welling in my eyes as I begged,standing there naked and childish before that crowd of amused females."Oh yes young man!" she said.