I had fallen for his kind remarks telling me how sexy and lovely I was. My husband had been working too much not taking care of my needs.A boy who was... u******e and his adult sister had blackmailed me. The money didn’t worry me that was just pocket change for this trip. I felt like shit, I knew better from running my bar. Perhaps it was because I had sort of fell in love with Carl only to have been scammed by him.I went to our bedroom and looked for that other money. I didn’t find it I went to. ‘Come on then, and sign up,’ she said, ‘all you have to do is send them an email.’ ‘Hang on a minute,’ I procrastinated, ‘are you into this stuff, Carla?’ ‘Not exactly,’ she said, and hesitated, then said, ‘come with me!’ and headed for the toilet. I followed her in there, and as soon as I was inside with her, with no trace of shame, she lifted her shift up over her head. I was taken by surprise, to say the least. What I had assumed to be her black tights were, in fact, hold-up stockings, and. Not only does she love it, but so do her subjects, seeing such a powerful and beautiful girl blushing and squealing in her childish panties is quite enjoyable.However, that's not her only tool for her personal humiliation. Wedgies, wetting, and many other things she practices. And she is constantly searching for more.Her mother, Queen Sofia, knows of this personal pleasure, and thinks it's a great way of bonding with her subjects. Often her mother helps out her daughter with public spankings or. The mansion on Carnegie Hill was quiet at night. Rutledge didn’t like the help to stick around, he’d found out. Probably so there’d be no interference when he diddled with his daughter. Joe had been watching the house for a while now. It had taken a few months for the information he required to come back from the investigator. During that time he’d done his own homework on the mansion. Even though the urge had almost overpowered him, he’d skipped on the war paint and breechclout. Instead he.