“Let’s see how you do with the next part of our punishment, Baby Doll.” Next part? I thought. Daddy pointed to the floor, the signal I should kn...eel. I did, gingerly, as Daddy left the room. When he returned, he had in his hand a toothbrush in its packaging. I watched in horror as he filled a bowl of water and set it on the floor with the bottle of dish soap and a rag. When he had unwrapped the toothbrush, he handed it to me. “I asked you to clean my floor, Babygirl, but you thought you could. Now at home, I'd been sent the video clip of Mom's interrogation, by him I guessed. I was working out how to find out more. I knew it might come in fragmented pieces but I wanted to know. I was going to go crackers otherwise. I knew I'd only seen pieces of a jigsaw.I decided I'd try the straight road first, it was only decent to try and broach it with Mom, but how? How do you ask your Mom that? I knew that she was mainly keeping it from me out of love and wanting to cushion me in her protective. "Truth," Amelia said. "And I can prove it to you." She then proceeded to tell Matthew exactly what Sarah's pussy looked like, what her breasts looked like, how big her nipples were and in particular how she reacted and sounded when she came."Oh fuck, you really did, didn't you?!" Matthew said, incredulous (and with his cock now rock hard)."I did. And I asked her what she thought you'd say if you walked in on us while she was eating my pussy ..." She ate your pussy too?!" Matthew interrupted."Oh. Doe?" the chef calls out, as she rustles through a few papers on her clipboard.You immediately stand up and take a quick second to fold out the small creases in your navy-blue suit before you extend your hand out to greet her."Yes - it's a pleasure meeting you Mrs. Smith."She smiles lightly and motions you to sit back down as she takes the seat directly opposite of yours. You're pleasantly surprised at her small, thin figure and can't imagine her on the pass yelling and screaming at a bunch of.