?Enough?? he asked.?More,? she whimpered.He gave her twitching ass another dozen lashes with the strap.?Do you regret your sins?? he asked when he was... finished.?Yes, Father. I regret them deeply and sincerely.? Her voice was soft and erratic beneath her sobs, but her words were clear.?Then your contrition is sincere. Go forth and sin no more.?She stood and smoothed her skirt over her scarlet cheeks. Her face was dripping with tears and her cheeks scarlet with shame. She kept her eyes demurely. I rip apart your shirt and for the first time you notice the scissors in my hand. I run the cold metal up and down your chest, not letting it cut you. I look into your eyes and wink at you; I run the scissors down your chest, hard, causing it to bleed. Not too deep, but enough to make me want to hurt you more and more. I lean forward and lick the blood off of your chest, eager to taste more and more of you. I take the scissors to your throat and run it across tenderly, you gasp and, taking. As well as exposing myself to others the communal changing rooms allowed me the thrill of seeing other girls stripping to their lingerie. I knew I would have to be careful as I had nothing apart from my panties to restrain my penis so any frontal view would give the game away!We went to the fashion department and selected some skirts and tops to try on. Sally Anne selected a gray short sleeved tunic style dress that looked very like a school girls gym slip and I selected a black leather skirt. Junior constantly complained she got what ever she wanted from his Dad. Of course his Dad had to do everything he could to keep the trophy wife happy. She was a total knock out MILF. An eleven on a scale to ten, she was too hot for her heavy set husband who drank and ate all the time. My cock was getting semi hard thinking about her. The first time we met I almost crashed my bike into there house. She was sun bathing outside with a small yellow bikini on her that left nothing to the.