Those weals must be stinging and burning like crazy, reflected Glenda, sipping again at her champagne.“Asssshhhhhh . . .” moaned Julia. “Ooofff .... . . oooooffff . . .” she gasped.A punishment was not over when the instrument of correction had ceased to fall, thought Glenda. That was just a beginning . . . Glenda flicked a switch and changed the dial. It might be amusing to see what Quentin was up to. The screen was suddenly filled with an overall picture of the Playroom.Quentin was laying,. “I’m trying some new stuff. Can you taste the cinnamon?”I nodded, even though I couldn’t. It all blended together in a perfect combination of tastes - there could have been cinnamon in there, but I’d never have picked it out from the blend of everything else.My nod caused an unfamiliar sensation on my chest, but I tried not to focus on it as I sipped Marty’s latest amazing concoction.That morning, when I’d woken up, my nipples had been strangely sensitive. They weren’t sore, exactly, but there. I would not have thought you could go through with it. Fucking your daughter But we could not allow you to cross that final line, my word, no. What would you take us for? Making her spend, oh, that would have been a shameful thing indeed.’ He voiced something neither groan nor whimper. Self-loathing had robbed him of his pride and his strength, and the only part of him that was as straight and upright as ever was his scarlet and indignant cock. ‘I’d be happy to take over, and never mind the. " I took a long look at her clean, shaved pussy. I could see she was already a little wet and that made my cock start to rise. She slid herself a little forward and shouted, “EAT.” I began slowly licking at the outer lips of her pussy and gently crossing my tongue over her clit. I could hear her let out a slight moan and her body relaxed into the chair. I kept my licking paced slowly as it seemed she was enjoying the attention her pussy was getting. I could hear the sound of her fork clang.