Now explain yourself." he demanded. Evie stared at the ground and crossed her arms across her chest."I don't have to explain myself to you." she said ...stubbornly. James became furious."I'm your father! You DO have to explain yourself to me, you little whore!" he said, grabbing her by the tops of her arms and tossing her onto the bed. His eyes stared as her breasts jiggled freely. Evie stared at him wide eyed and noted the erection growing in his pants. Holy shit, was her father turned on by. ‘Jo!’ She turned and looked at him. ‘What’s this supposed to mean?’ He gripped the bag out toward her. ‘It’s pretty simple. I didn’t write a bunch,’ she flatly said and turned back around. ‘Hold on there, miss,’ he took her arm and moved her onto the small patch of grass that was left from the last rain. ‘You don’t just do something like this on the spur of the moment.’ ‘No, I don’t. I didn’t think I’d ever have to,’ she sighed as she looked up at him with those sparkling brown eyes, ‘but I. Remember to sing for me.? Since I knew there wouldn't be room to swing a cat, in the literal meaning of the old navy saying, I'd had to leave a lot of my favourite hitty-toys behind. I'd settled on a black carbon fibre rod thin and stiff enough to sting: even in that tight space I was able to lash her with a satisfying crack. I needn't have reminded her that I liked to hear her scream, the very first blow across her skinned flesh drew a high shriek of anguish, and after a few strokes. Danielle shook her head and made a tutting sound. Phil looked at the girl sternly and then dropped back into man mode and undressed her with his eyes. “Yes, I’m afraid this contravenes several regulations,” said Danielle. “Does it?” “Yes, subsection three, paragraph 69. ‘No items of a sexual nature over six inches long may be carried in a passenger’s hand luggage.’” “Oh. I didn’t know.” “Yes, and what’s more, it’s metal. Potential hazard for all sorts of reasons.” Phil stepped in, feeling the.