” I looked up saw Bree coming back around the tent flap.“It’s not really your job, Tony, but I’m not supposed to leave my desk without someone... to cover it.”“Not a problem,” I said. “Bree, could you stand by for a minute? I’m going to walk the circumference once to see if I can spot Pauley. You know the drill. Be ready to dial 911 in an emergency. I’ll only be a minute.” She pulled the blanket off the chair and draped it around her shoulders for warmth as she nodded to me.“I bet he got a. “Boys aren’t any fun,” she said softly and taking a deep breath so that her breasts moved up and down suggestively. “They just don’t seem to know what I need.”She was standing so close to him that she could feel the heat coming off his body. He wasn’t moving – he was only watching her as she got closer but she could tell she had his interest. Slowly, she leaned forward her hands lightly resting against his chest.He stood his ground and didn't respond but she could see that she was having an. .." I swallowed hard. "Do you want to see them, Daddy?" I, uh..." he sighed. "I should let you finished getting ready, I think." Oh." I cleared my throat. "Um..." You're excited, aren't you?" Dad asked me and he already knew I was because he was too, for no reason at all except I was making him that way."Yeah," I nodded."Me too," he admitted. "Whew ... I'd better go." Do you have to?" I asked him. "My penis, it, um ... I don't know how to do it." Do what, Princess?" Daddy looked at. Now, all the planning, engineering was over and implementation was at hand.Bad things were supposed to happen in the House Of Terror and that’s what the tram riders expected. However, the local ride manager wondered what if fake cries and tears could be replaced with ‘live’ spanked bottoms and real feminine tears? Then a more fitting name of the fun house would be in truth, A House Of Tears.All the brides’ maids at present were being supervised by me. Kenzie Ann, that’s me, was strict with the.