" Karen reached into her purse and pulled out a condom. "Keep your hands behind your back while I put this on you." Now I was beginning to feel lik...e a little boy being spanked because I was naughty. Karen hiked up her already short skirt and said, "Bend over my lap for your spanking." Soon both hands and feet were on the floor and I was over Karen's lap. My spanking began with Karen paddling first one cheek than the other. Carol and Judy also walked over to watch me being spanked. . She looked very worried.“Davy, something is wrong with Cathy. She is out of control. That was not normal intercourse. I watched her tonight and I watched you. She needs your help.”“She is just intense.”“No, Davy. I am intense. Cathy was frantic.”I had thought the same thing. I wondered if Uncle Bert had programmed her to be this way, or, if there was a conflict between Cathy’s nature and the programming. I wondered if Dad knew and that was the reason he and Uncle Bert fought over Cathy. I hated. He had his face fastened to her cunt. He kissed, licked and sucked.Nancy squirmed above him, whimpering, whining, enjoying another new thrill."Sir, sir! Sir, you're doin' that! Jeez, you're down there suckin' my honey!" Mmmm, mmmm! Yes, yes -- suckin' your honey!" Mr. Milton sputtered."That feels good, sir! Jeeeeez, that feels good!"He stuck his hands under her teen-queen ass, cupped her asscheeks and lifted. He munched greedily on her pussy.Nancy slid farther down in the chair, her ass hanging. I’m certain.” She screwed her eyes tight, anticipation tingling along her spine. “Are you ready?”“I guess so.”She shuddered. Any moment, it would happen - the heat, the stench, the bitter taste. She longed for it, craved it. The exquisite naughtiness made her pussy throb. A soft moan escaped with her breath and arousal flushed her milky flesh.There was an awkward hiatus.“Does this feel wrong?” she asked when nothing happened.“Yes. Sorry.”“Do you think it’s filthy?”“Yes.”“And yet, you’ve been.