She didn't keep me waiting long. Even in the thick blue coat she was wearing, it was possible to imagine a superb figure beneath the cover."I'm sorry,..." she said, "I didn't realise it was so late. I'm not very good company this time of night. " Live far away?" I asked, trying to hide my disappointment."Camden," she said. The coincidence immediately dispelled my worries."I've got a place in Kentish Town," I told her, and as her eyebrows rose in surprise, I added, "Share a cab?"In a surprisingly. I dont know why you have to butter me up, thats what your dad is for. Jesus, cant a guy give a compliment without complications? He uttered those words in a mocking way, and I gave a slap on his forehead. He shouted Oww, and glanced back at the TV screen. I felt some movements of his head as it came closer up my thigh, maybe he was doing it not knowing, but it seemed far too frequent and his head movements were like rubbing my thigh, like a massage. I felt something. Not down there, but my. Herrasfelt a wisp of silk brush against her womanhood as it spilled down fromthe girdle, slipping down her sensitive thighs and hanging between herlegs.Big heavy earrings dangled from her ears and delicate jewelry appearedon her long, bare arms and legs.The laughter increased and the shocked glances grew as Herass now stoodbefore them dressed as a slavegirl.She looked up at Zaadon, now well over a head taller than her, with hereyes big as if she wanted to plead with him.But he just sneered down. .. my bottom was starting to hurt. And Dad knew how spanking affected me ... so he continued for another minute or so as I buried my face in the pillow and cried. I was getting more and more turned on with every smack. My clit seemed to swell each time Dad's hand smacked. My buns quivered as they accepted our special foreplay. Dad stopped spanking me and reached for my cunt with his fingers. He smeared my huge glob of precum all over my little pussie. I thought "I can't stand another minute!".