They were a thirty five B cup then. He took his time looking at my boobs, a smug smile on his face. That's when I realized that my pussy was damp. The... spankings didn't excite me but standing in front of my father fully exposed, the stimulation and excitement of being told to strip naked and not being able to do anything about it made my pussy weep. God I hoped my father wouldn't notice.Soon I was over his lap having my buns warmed by his big hands. The pain erased any thoughts of excitement.. ”I was about to say something when I realised he wasn’t talking to me.“I’ve heard of it,” said Doctor. “Or at least, I knew that’s what they say.”“So who was the woman? Did she take a male slave?”“She took a bloke with her, yes.”“Who? What was her name?”I paused, pretending to try and remember. I did remember Pauline Lipp, she had some nice knickers. “I can’t remember,” I said after a pause. “I only knew a few of the people there, and not very well.”“Why not?”“They were mostly friends of Mum or. I said well there is one thing you could help me with, i am really stiff could you work it out she happily grabbed my dick and gave me a bj in the room, she called her husband to pick us up from the hospital the whole ride home she kept stareing at me in the rear view mirror and winking. the next day i could go skiing so she said she would stay home to help me if i "needed" anything, after the pancakes she made me we went down to the basement to watch TV, she asked for a massage and i said why. Most of the conversation centered on the pacification of the Eastern Shore and the military's plans for the future. Simon winced as the general's flunkies spoke cavalierly about "intervention squads" and the sweeping legal powers that the President had granted the occupying forces under a set of legislation called Article 9.Simon's eyes narrowed suspiciously when he recognized the petite brunette that brought the food in from the kitchen. From his place at the head of the table, Manlius noticed.