Mr. P smirked, he seemed amused by my antics. I got pissed off and yelled "FU!" Flipping him off as I stormed off. I got to my car and Mr. P walked br...iskly towards my car. I saw his look and thought he was going to kill me. I locked the door. He knocked firmly on the glass and motioned me to lower it. I rolled down the window a little as I started my car up. Mr. P shot me a deal on the trailer much lower than he initially stated. His face softened and he asked, "Want to come in and sign the. You are a very bad girl." He stroked me, expertly teasing my swollen clit, yet knowing when to go lower, preventing the orgasm. He spanked my cunt and slid up and down on it, reminding me of my shame. I knew I shouldn't moan. If I was pleasured it would surely be proof that I was bad. But I could not withhold."Ohh." His fingers teased. A quick slap elicited a gasp then another moan as I settled back down over his knees."You little slut, enjoying your punishment." he said with just the right. ?Everything went well.?Jamie, that was me now. I?m now a sixteen-year-old girl because of some stupid argument with my cousin.?How do you feel Jamie?? dad?s face showed signs of worry. ?Are you okay??? Kind of numb, I guess,? I smiled up at him. ?Guess I?m really Jamie now, huh???Completely,? dad nodded. ?I?ll still think of you as my son though.??Thanks dad, that means so much to me,? I yawned and fell back to sleep.When I woke up again, I saw Aunt Jan sitting next to the bed. ?Good morning. . I never said anything about handing her back over!If one of the major players, like Caroline Christmas, had vanished, it was probably for a damned good reason and one or more of the ‘powers-that-be’ would want it kept that way. That ... and/or the entire mess was far too repugnantly sordid and pervy even for the fat red-coated pedophile and his jaded ass-felching minions to deal with.My client departed, nominally satisfied and with an exaggerated swinging of her impossibly perfect.